I drink of youA Poem by Earl Meek
Come to me my love, let me taste of you.
Allow me smell of your parted sheets, our bodies pressed in fleshly touch, desire with substance, ease of thrust. In underneath this torturous skin, my heart still beats with pleasure gain. The friend of life and life of friend, from forever mixed without the shame. Come with me my love and allow me drink from you........... © 2015 Earl Meek |
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1 Review Added on March 2, 2015 Last Updated on March 2, 2015 AuthorEarl MeekCork, IrelandAboutI'm a photographer and poet living his life with love and with promise. Welcome to the darkest reaches of your mind....... more..Writing
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