Little Poem Series: Nectar
Heaven's blustery winds
are under her sheets,
over the curvature, an arc
ripening our bodies moist,
grazing her trim bush,
upon my long brush,
and plum
is her berry.
Copyright © Sammy Shaq | Year Posted 2018
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