Her finger tips runs down my skin like sparking flints of steel
Over the armor flesh covering my chest
Her lips pressing against my tummy, stealing a million volts of my life
Plum covered, pouting petals forming a heart of seduction, planting seeds along with each touch
Inside of my eyes, growing universes expanding to infinity, dedicated to her
Her arms wrapping around us like vines
we are transplanted through a wormhole, transcending space and time, cascading through all the dimensions of existence
Soul-mates amplifying a journey without end, collecting dreams and memories like seashells upon quicksand
The Art Comet is a poetry and literature blog by Anthony Souls. Read quotes, haiku, poetry, commentaries, and more!
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