she's my muse. her tender fair
skin wrapped under her cheong sam,
tight. swaying her hips like
they were playing the song.
she's my muse. her contoured, round
form draped under her night wear,
loose. swaying her hips like
they were yelling my wrong.
she's my muse. her gentle, sweet
kiss on my cheeks like moonlight,
warm. bouncing around like
they were tracing my soul.
she's my muse. her intense, strong
tug on my waist like deep roots,
firm. holding me still like
they were keeping me home.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
No comments:
Post a Comment