You want my flesh,
When my bones ache for you;
Your hands wash over me like a wave,
But I’ve been so thirsty—
I need you, I think I need all of you,
But where does the wave stop
And the sea begin?
Feminist, Writer, Cult Classic
You want my flesh,
When my bones ache for you;
Your hands wash over me like a wave,
But I’ve been so thirsty—
I need you, I think I need all of you,
But where does the wave stop
And the sea begin?
Would love to hear you read your poetry, any chance you will give a poetry reading one day?
I have thought about it, I get anxious with public speaking but I think it would be a great challenge to do!
Beautiful writing! 💕
thank you:D