A Fluctuant Peregrination
Jan 21, 2021
The tender spark of your skin,
entwined within.
A kiss so pure and whim,
It rains showers of slim.
Hearing the whistles of grim,
So slowly she swims.
Filled up to the brim,
Alas, it all goes dim.
The tender spark of your skin,
entwined within.
A kiss so pure and whim,
It rains showers of slim.
Hearing the whistles of grim,
So slowly she swims.
Filled up to the brim,
Alas, it all goes dim.