I found myself wandering in your satin skies.

I found myself wandering in your satin skies.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

I had free admission
to your gallery of eloquent delights.
your style had flair,
you moved with grace;
salaciously divine indeed!
A pathway to more
became my thinking.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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