Poem By steven turner

Sometimes touching her skin
Is everythin'
Sometimes just her heat
Swaying slowly to an inner beat
Pause time
Press repeat
Close your eyes
And drink her in
That my friend
Is everythin'.

Comments about Everythin'

Wonderful poem Steve, Thank you for sharing, i love it. voted 10!

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