Delicate In My Hand
I know your smell. I know your smile.
I sneak around to see your backside, round and large.
Heavy meat. Strong, delicate in my hand.
Poignant talks of feverish kisses.
I can feel the naughty warmth between these thighs. La la la in my mind.
Beauty trips on my tongue. Acid laced scandals, walking with no sandals.
I'm watching you sleep. I swim rapidly through your dreams.
Ill plant a pineapple tree. Sweet and spiky.
Heaven is passion. Passion is life.
Excerpt from an "Old Disc"
Poetry from within is a series of words that are created during transient experiences of opening in order to guide us to our deepest heart.
Written by the Co Founder Rachel Pringle