“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label lips. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lips. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Femme
Lips for licking words
sweet and sour said to taste, tongue
buds roses and thorns.
Image of painting by Władysław Czachórski [Public domain], First Roses (1891) via Wikimedia Commons.
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