serendipityA Poem by bey
her eyes devour me
smells my open pores tastes my prickly flesh her presence consumes me swallows my brain whole digests every spoken word her voice transforms me melts me into a puddle at her feet i await her to draw me in the palms of her hands and drink me © 2010 bey |
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Added on April 28, 2010 Last Updated on April 28, 2010 Author
beythe peach's pit, GAAboutlife brings me right back to love. we are squared off, ready to go...toe to toe. obstacles and unfortunate events have rudely opened my eyes to the love i have. family, friends, lovers of old, the.. more..Writing
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