Crippled by your KissA Poem by A. Elizabeth Tudor being kissed by someone you lust for is can be so intoxicating, its like the results of taking a drug... Cool mixed with warmth, then the wetness of your tongue. Together we create adulterous sin. Your hands, in my hands with fingers intertwined. Brazenly, you claim my lips again. They are yours and I, am powerless. I'm crippled by your kiss.
May 2013. © 2013 A. Elizabeth Tudor |
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1 Review  Last Updated on August 26, 2013 Tags: kiss, lipsm power, powerless Author
A. Elizabeth Tudorchaguanas, None, Trinidad and TobagoAboutI prefer not to think of myself as a poet, just someone who loves words. As a child i fell in love with literature, i read with a ferocity, somehow thinking that one day I would read every single book.. more..Writing
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