Sweet Fruit
By Grey Published 4 years ago • 1 min read
When the breath catches, the back arches
And time becomes a veil
Nothing can take that away, and my lovers,
Oh how they float between time
Light, the ease- the bliss!
Each kiss landing like a lily on still waters
Bringing me to life once again
Oh how she ripples
How can I stay away?
This sweet fruit calls me, my body craves it
The taste so sweet, sparkling on my tongue
Like wet sand on the short
When he finds me, there’s heat there
An ember that’s been burning since
Our first breath, caught between us
The back arches
About the Creator
Grey
The world is not black and white, nor is it grey. It is vibrant and filled with color, saturated to the point of bursting. As are we, the human experience beyond comprehension or definition. We are, we be, and we write. Portals to the soul.
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