That face…
Oh! That beautiful face…
I am dry of mouth, fevered of skin, wet with desire
Just from this glance, this precipice
I dance over colour, black and white
Frisson takes me at the involuntary touch
Of my own tongue to my sensitive lips
That kiss!
Intoxicated by that kiss!
And I would be remiss to not mention
My heart skipped a beat at the thought
We are even more well matched
In Kodak and pixels
Desaturations deconstructing boundaries
In
Black
And
White
~ kei
12 September 2015
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Reblogged this on Concierge Librarian.
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Thank you so much for the reblog. K~xx
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Love it Karin. A beautiful poem.
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Thank you Ax ❤
Hope all is well "way over there".
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AnElephantCant hide his feelings
K’s words make him shudder and shiver
Why on earth do you think
He is all over pink
It’s because he reads this poem and his trunk starts to quiver
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K adores when Sir Elephant visits
She is most happy to confess
If there is ever a time
Interspecies dating is fine
Elephant is at the tip top of her list
❤
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