Demure
Je mourrais pour embrasser tes lèvres
demure propriety awaiting
mists uncover morning crest
arched along crimson tides
glances reflectively linger
last chances filling coffers
only pearls dare still sing
gentle waves wash
upward turns to heaven
Je veux embrasser vos lèvres
scorch your name
upon my naked soul
find me in fluid drips
of your attention
simply holding_
holding on
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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