Beauty Stains
Flowing down your sleeves
Winding around your wrists
So firm your grasp
So intense your passion for a kiss
Your knowledge reeks of intelligent sophistication
Yet your goofy grin tells me there is still a child within
Your lips are intercepting into mine
I can’t define the marks now leaving traces on your body
Beauty Stains
Copyright © Lisa Ducharme | Year Posted 2009
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