Blue and Bliss
Sienna...
Sounded like silk
looked like silk
it felt like silk
rolling over her tongue
over her skin
every hair on her neck standing on end
Hackles rippling
hers and his
as he turned his steely blue head towards her
Eye to eye with something so wild
she felt her soul
succumb
Light headed
she sighed
nay swooned
scratching Kestrel off her list
4.7.2020
Copyright © Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib | Year Posted 2020
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