Kim V. Poetry

“Sins of the Flesh”

Twisted emotions
And sins of the flesh.

A Sunday morning
Without the intimate circles
Of his lips on my skin,
Is tantamount to torture.

For I find peace in how
My name tastes on your tongue
And I provide
The shelter of your soul,
You so desperately seeks.

Together
We are a dream made real.
A reality written in stardust.

But without you,
I am dandelion seeds
Floating aimlessly
In the breeze.

And I would spend every evening,
In a timeless trance,
With your kisses blessing my lips.

Awakening starlight inside of me,
With your hands gripping
My hips.

©️KVP
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Song: “Silver,” The Neighbourhood