The Game

I'm searching for Your caresses

Let me drink the heat of Your mouth

I canít stop

My hands wander in darkness

The waves hit the shore With desire

The island is free Like a bird

Warm me up With Your love

In the endless game




Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2017-08-22 at 11:29

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
A very sensuous metaphor.
2017-08-23