Sex & Seasons
our legs intertwined
greater is the warmth of two-
bedsheets and summer
fall all over me
stumble ‘til we find our place-
a breeze of passion
the pure and cleansing
wintery blankets of white-
nature tucks us in
soaked in showers
refreshing and renewing-
spring drips from our skin
Hi there, Brandon. Would love to have you submit this poem to my poetry group if you're interested.
I love: spring drips from our skin.
Nice.
by TeresaBrazen over 2 years ago