Linda Marie Van Tassell > Writing | WritersCafe.org

My thoughts walk under the ocean.

She is the decadent dawning of divining.

Teach me to whisper like early-morn blush against the cheek of the illumined sky.

I paint my lips crimson and think: how they bleed like my heart. A tear, and I am drowning. My eyes a blue river drifting. The sunlight, b..

Secrets are open and acquiescing

It's the bud on the stem behind the eye.

I see the dark flag of night unfurl and wrap around the moon's gentle glow, which hangs in the sky like a white pearl tugging at the earth, which p..

All I am is wrapped in you ...

Bind Me Only With A Loving Touch - Desire Makes Me Your Slave

You are my darling master.