Silk
by David K. Tamura
Her back…snow landscape on a winters eve
Smooth where my lips slid down…
tumbling, searching…
Exploring the paths and trails of flesh
Like hidden gardens…fragrance bitter yet sweet
Small crevice of delight…shadow on the curve
melting into darkness..
mutated by my thrusts
infinity lays asleep
awakened by the dawn
I pull the silk skies away…
But I hide happily in the soft flowers…
And smell eternity again and again…
by David K. Tamura
Her back…snow landscape on a winters eve
Smooth where my lips slid down…
tumbling, searching…
Exploring the paths and trails of flesh
Like hidden gardens…fragrance bitter yet sweet
Small crevice of delight…shadow on the curve
melting into darkness..
mutated by my thrusts
infinity lays asleep
awakened by the dawn
I pull the silk skies away…
But I hide happily in the soft flowers…
And smell eternity again and again…
About David K. Tamura:
David K. Tamura resides in Spanish Harlem and is a Mixed Martial Arts
Instuctor as well an Electronic Musician. He is currently working on his first
Book of Poetry...
David K. Tamura resides in Spanish Harlem and is a Mixed Martial Arts
Instuctor as well an Electronic Musician. He is currently working on his first
Book of Poetry...
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