Tuesday, December 15, 2015

A Little's Poem

Their story hovers in shades of gray and muted plum. 
They dance slowly. 

Their bodies brush. 

Their words grind. 
They are sensual. 

They are forbidden.

They are misunderstood. 
He protects her and preserves her innocence. 

She serves and blossoms for him. 


They love.

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