Poetic Traces
Sunday, 5 July 2020
Ripples of you
I love it
When I play you
On my mind
And the ripples it creates
My modest layers
Cannot even hide
I love it
When I touch myself
Feeling you
Swimming in my profoundness
Sometimes slipping
And I pushing you back
To your death!
@LR
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