Language Of Poetry — yaskhan

There is a warm mystery In the way he talks to her She reads him in time’s suspense Embracing his lines of love….like Smoky whisper of vetiver on skin She aches for the rush of the warmth of his breath Letting love lean into her Letting him hold her soul Letting the ink draw words […]

via Language Of Poetry — yaskhan

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