Skin like Venus herself, swaying underneath the moonlight.
Toes tingling, walking along the hot sand.
Breasts smooth like silk, sweating from the searing heat of our bodies touching.
She tastes like Ambrosia.
She’s not mine.
She will be.


Published by Kim V Poetry

I've always had a passion for writing. In this crazy world that we live in, I find my solace in made up words and make believe stories. Let's escape into the void and forget about it all just for a moment or two.

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