March 24, 2014 by ebbtide * Poetry contentment, desire, hands, honey, joy, kisses, life, lips, love, poem, Poetry 4 Comments tangled in the lines drawn by your lips – bursting red, and wild as flowers I savor the grace of your hands – I am as slow as honey in them, and as sweet © Sarah Whiteley Share this:FacebookEmailTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related
Oooh, isn’t that lovely!!!
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Beautiful!
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Wow! Beautiful Sarah.
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*sigh*
David
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