Mine.
let the hue of your aura
bleed through the canvas
that is my bare frame
let the warmth of your lips
taint my skin with blush
if not tonight, I promise
tomorrow the angels will sing
of my freedom from such a
captivating bondage
hurt me soft
I will submit
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.