Poetry
Poetry Safe Word
Vixie79 posted on Oct 25, 2011 at 11:45AM
Safe Word
You pick my flowers As I lay under your jealous skies Your platinum ribbons dripping As you rape my meadows Your wind on my living mountains As my branches reach your sweet apples Your claws create red streams down my slopes As my green garden mists Full of love Full of trust Full to the brim Make my concrete beg Make it live with your beams Make it crawl with your acid rain Make it call out Serpent |