When I’m in the zone,
each touch like cashmere
against my skin,
tempting me to elicit memories
of prior passions,
placing their energy and focus
onto you only.
Emily©
The Melancholy Spitfire
my voice through poetry
my voice through poetry
When I’m in the zone,
each touch like cashmere
against my skin,
tempting me to elicit memories
of prior passions,
placing their energy and focus
onto you only.
Emily©
