Too Raw

(Series: Silhouettes) The cloud announce the rain & the birds adjourn the strike by flying home The ears give birth to silence. Longing has raged in both of us, The ruins on the road of our thighs Until the valley of buttons fall out of order. The dialogue between our lips wash with fluids in styles Warring tribes of unsettled palms roaming the pyramids of nipples. Quenching waist full of fullness Down to the home that constitutes the life of a child In complexion of the night Group of muscles pump & signs of femininity shakes