Desiring - Bite Size
The mist rolls in
I want to sin
Oh crescent moon
You left too soon
My heart is sore
Yet yearns for more
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
