Cleansing Oil Massage
I drip lubricant icicles off her toenails watched as sparkles of ice shine the glitter of jewels. Flesh reflecting a clear glow clean is second place too. The smell pleasant with the scent of her strength of survival. To repay any who ever wrong her love in the name of hate for love. Predestine is the preparation of such in a temporary existence all are sure to depart from eventually. Each seed season with it's own growth & maturity from physical temp hatched to eternal nonphysical eternity; period....
Enjoy!!!!
Copyright © Michael Thomas | Year Posted 2020
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