Sit
• 02/11/18 at 10:46PM •Sit you there, with your hair,
lying now unfolded,
draped about your shoulders,
a living shawl.
Shadows play, among your breast,
as sunlit fingers passes,
across your nakedness.
Sit you there, with your hair,
lying now unfolded,
draped about your shoulders,
a living shawl.
Shadows play, among your breast,
as sunlit fingers passes,
across your nakedness.