terça-feira, 19 de maio de 2015

A THOUGHT


Her mouth seemed a luxurious red strawberry.
Tasted like heaven,
like love freshly made still running in her veins
and caressing her skin.

From her lips
drops of tenderness
slipped through her body
gently
slowly like a butterfly wave
till gently die
in the memories of feeling.

©Graça Costa








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