Every morning
after the atelier
I descend on my day
Dancing on the
lines of color etched
across the skyline
Feeling more alive
but also quiet dead
Strange place
to be, inside my head
Erotic Stories | Sensual Poetry | Shibari
Every morning
after the atelier
I descend on my day
Dancing on the
lines of color etched
across the skyline
Feeling more alive
but also quiet dead
Strange place
to be, inside my head
The mind is a strange place…