morningA Poem by awkward turtlethis is a beginning. to be continued/edited/revised.The open window lets in The sound of rain, a cool breeze My room, bathed in blue dawn light My skin, pale My body, curled on the bed I trace my fingertips along warm skin I trace my lips along a freckled shoulder He shivers, I smile © 2011 awkward turtle |
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Added on June 15, 2011 Last Updated on June 15, 2011 Authorawkward turtlePortland, MEAboutI've always enjoyed writing, but it is only recently that I have decided to try to fine-tune my skills and find my true style. I go to college in Portland, Maine, and consider myself somewhat of a mul.. more..Writing
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