beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Marmalade Afternoon

On a marmalade afternoon

Grinning

Like a strawberry cat

Grinding half as slow

As the roll of the clouds outside

In my arms

You can’t escape

Not caught or kept

But held

Turn to kiss me

Look into my soul

See how you are

Forever reflected there

 

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