The Poetess

Her sultry tone breathed new life
into old words.
Our eyes met as unspoken desires
travel the invisible bridge  
of sexual tension.
Each touch walks a tightrope.
She cuts like a razor while lying
softly against the heart.
Fragile as butterfly wings.
A poetess, compelling thoughts
into words that sing.
Sweet as the first kiss,
I feel her on the Spring breeze.
Written by Duct_tape
Published | Edited 19th Mar 2020
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