SensualA Poem by Tenten
Sensuality is the sight of the moon As she rises in the skies Surrounded by the rainstorm clouds This whispered wind of ghosts Across water soaked flesh Breathing in the dreams of heated kisses Beneath her light Glaring down on entwined bodies
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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