The way raindrops roll down your curves,
Makes me want to find words I couldn't write before,
Let me write a poetry using my fingers on the body that Your soul deserves,
Let Me sculpt You into a masterpiece and Our love into a folklore
-MT Poetry
About the Creator
MT Poetry
Poet-Hopeless Romantic-Missionary to the Misunderstood
Dead and Wearing Green
She was wearing that green dress when I first saw her, five years ago to the day. Flowing meadow fabric draped over long legs, thick auburn hair flowing down her back. That smile. Of course, she is still beautiful now. But now she is no longer alive.
By Karen Cave5 days ago in Fiction
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