Poetic Traces
Sunday, 2 March 2025
A tempest stirs, hushedly
It's ripples warm my flesh
I cage you between my legs
To silence my rage
Probing deeper into my abyss
Finding the source
You caress my core
Till peace descends on my soul
A tempest
I am!
©LR
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