Tracing my fingers
across your skin
is like drawing
a bath:
the rushing water,
the stampede
of your heart.
The way the water
pools and swirls,
the lines
in your knuckles.
The quiet stillness,
a fountain of safety,
a lake
creamy and pale.
The light bouncing
up onto the ceiling,
the sparkle
in your eyes.
My reluctance to leave
once fully submerged,
stroking every side
touching every curve.
Your goosebump relief
sinking in, to be swaddled
in my bathwater arms.
© Kristiana Reed 2018
Image: pinterest
Sensual words.. I loved it a lot Kristiana !!
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Thank you! ☺️
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My pleasure Kristiana.. loved to make your acquaintance. Hoping to see more of you 🙂
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Heightened romance with effervescence 👍
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Thank you ☺️
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One sinks into the sensual depths with the writer… beautiful!
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Thank you Diana ☺️
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I need a bathtub lol
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Haha! They are wonderful
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Mmmm!
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Reblogged this on House of Heart.
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Thank you so much ☺️
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It’s my pleasure to share this lovely poetry. Thank you Kristiana. 😊
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Oh thank you again 💛
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❤️
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Beautifully written, ocean of life!
Acceptance an lov
chris
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Thank you
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Reblogged this on crjen1958 and commented:
A wish, from a Vampire….
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