poems skin September 4, 2013by heather anne How would it feel? My skin urgently against yours, my breath through your lungs. Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Some call it red 
I would guess . . . incredible. —–Chagall
Well that made me blush.
shivering goosebumps
paint flaming skin
tasting of the aperitif
that precedes the feast
I guess this old man would drop dead.
When your ecstasy
enters me I don’t know who
is who anymore
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