"O'er the ache of mauve shores erotic winds billow long & deep... Her scent drips from the sky onto bare skin, bejeweling my senses like a tapestry of blushing petals besieged in rhythms of passion.... Whispers of untamed rapture beckons my lips as I descend into her gaze, unto the sea of bliss where I shall forever drown."
Arthur Crow © 2012
*This is getting a lot of views strangely, so I thought I'd explain what my journal is all about: It is a place I have
designated to share small quotes I enjoy creating, or anything that is short and doesn't fit within the form of usual poetry.
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