Lay your palms

on my breasts

as you complete

my dictionary of

emotions with new

words of desire.

Cover my eyes with

an inaccessible blue,

blind me with your

tongue, bending the

threads of time as

you devour me.

Invent my life,

Embroider my eternity.

Karla Bardanza

1 comment:

  1. Words are not necessary. This poem speaks for itself ~ DESIRE!