Marked

Marked

(for my muse)

Unexpectedly encircling me
Your breath upon my skin
Warm, wet and feral
Inhales the pungency
Of my passion
As you pace the perimeter
Of my inhibition
Until I am resolved
To rub my scent
All over you

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on July 18, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, love poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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