Open Poetry #40 |
Sultry Jasmine |
Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
Within its scent, She lay with A white clothe Bridging her body’s temple. She’s strange, A bit sultry, As she steps With time, Jig sawing in-between her peach dripped toes. When I lay Underneath her, I smile, As if days forgot Their existence, Or rather, I forgot who I was, Sleeping next to this sultry mistress. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Hmmm...James |
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