Flux
A haunting write
of love deluxe
extruded through a mist fine flux.
To tame the shrew inside of us,
sometimes the view
reveals real lust.
At times the seen
becomes the must
in each and every one of us.
of love deluxe
extruded through a mist fine flux.
To tame the shrew inside of us,
sometimes the view
reveals real lust.
At times the seen
becomes the must
in each and every one of us.
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.