FOR YOU

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!

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