thesensualstarfish:
There are just certain things
That bring me
A peace filled comfort
My soft cheek resting
On your coarse hand
The Queen Anne’s Lace
That comes up wild
Going where it dares
Not unlike a woman
Who is finding her voice
That brings us to:
Books
A hot cup of tea
Red licorice
Then of course
There is you
My Beloved
-The Sensual Starfish-