Climax
At the top
speaks an image
reverbates
accompanies,
a whiff of scent
an ecstatic trance
a touch of skin
falling soft hair
as I piece together,
some broken memories.
Poetry by sagi
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Written on 2014-02-11 at 02:27
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ngaio Beck |
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