Deluge

It washes over you like a complicated symphony of soldiers armed with violins. Soft, sweet, with a hint pain. Mmm. That sweet feeling of rentention then euphoric release. A war of words and a medley of foreplay. A benign sense of safety and mellow content. I'll sing your name. An recollect the feeling of your body in the morning sun. By chance to feel a touch and by the passion that drives us to feel your heat an breath against me. Few words and the flutter of a thousand wings.

Reviews

[Madeleine Celeste]

Oh. My. Gosh. This releases so many different visuals and emotions, and it's like being attacked by beauty. Which isn't very eloquent, but this poem flows and is written so nicely. I want to live in it.

[Scott Troy]

Thank you. Expect more from me soon.