Posted on September 19, 2016September 19, 2016 / Poetry Moonless The moonless darkness of such desire, Of silken petals caught in the briar, So torn between the luscious and the tip, Ink flows vermilion in a fatal sip. Blushing layers of bestial suppression, Falling into a cultish possession,[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on April 11, 2016 / Micropoetry Micropoetry Collection (April) II Brown eyes When I can no longer see sentiments, Your brown eyes do become my genesis. —————————————————————————————————————————-[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
