Zywa Stroke the soul of my skin

I don't look away
from the mirror, my
body that does not look
like the soul of my skin
knows it was
and can still point out
with fingers of desire
and memory eyes

I seduce yours
to touch me
eagerly hesitant
without knowing what
you are doing, going to do
have done, where
you stop, tingling
and devouring

streaming over
me, in me and
worldwide, sea
in sea, soul in soul
heart to heart
sigh in sigh
blood in blood
peace in peace

Poem 4543
Amsterdam, 2022-06-20

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly 
Keyword: Desire: lust 
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