Pink Flesh
.
Up I lift your petite thews as your
pneuma follows
ahhh
your breasts
mine face
your swell
from mine trace
Like the feather
so slight
so much like the Robin’s egg
I must softly touch
in fear of thine crush
Platinum blond wavey long locks
pretty bright blues
and pink flesh from our long days
sun
kiss me
shut me up
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2015
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