Sunday, May 15, 2022

Poem: "Goddess" by Renascentia Bella Morte

Renascentia Bella Morte

Her eyes swallowed me whole as if I was lost in the Bermuda Triangle.
Her touch smelt like I was knee deep in the middle of the forest surrounded by cloves.
Her lips tasted as if I had the light of the moon upon them leaving me both dizzy n a little high.
Her connection left me feeling with this

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