A looming gospel
Slithering in this realm
Searching for her inkling
Chi becomes chi
Even the yangs and the yins sync
Tinted in bliss for the peace that we seek
Slithering in bits puzzling big kings
Trekking in ease
A mister and his missus
Beaming in kisses
Lying in fields with no fiends
Feigning and it becoming real
Iced tea in our sight
pinkies locked with our beliefs
Will you sing for me please
Pleading for your release
From these shackles, a bit of ease
We mingle, touch teasing
Baby our tea is spilling
Skin to skin this is seismic bliss
Words no longer in need
Our romance is sizzling
Tis our season this minute
Lies written there though hidden
Sativa in our system
Your smile is my weakness
A promise for more to witness
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POETY: A COMPILATION
PoetryHealing through the pen. Growing through the pen. Spiralling through the pen. Acceptance through the pen. Forgiving through the pen.
