I walk alone
beneath a drunken sky
freckled with stars
cigarette smoke covering
the curve of lonely lips
my mind wrestles itself
reaching for the face
of the man I own,
my favorite place to sit
Erotic Stories | Sensual Poetry | Shibari
I walk alone
beneath a drunken sky
freckled with stars
cigarette smoke covering
the curve of lonely lips
my mind wrestles itself
reaching for the face
of the man I own,
my favorite place to sit