When after a week
He is grunting
Startled at the suck
Of my body
At the impossible of his luck
He won’t know
How easily we arrived here
Playing beats in the half light
Won’t know that I have washed these sheets today
And I will again tonight
Won’t know that I ruin love
With the melody of men
Slipping into the soft hunger of my dreams
Won’t know that I can make storms
And quiet them
With just a breath
awesome. she boils with both tenderness and a wrathful potential.
“I can make storms and quiet them with just a breath”
I loved it! ^_^
Thats a strong line! “and quiet them with just a breath” The power of a woman.
If you wish to refer to yourself, use the terms ‘this writer’ or ‘the article author’. This methodology of clustering is similar to throwing a rock into a pond, it unfolds from your center, each ripple, or thought moving outward.
Well thanks, but it wouldn’t be this writer. I should have added feature to the title. I am always open to constructive critique 🙂
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