by Mo_B_Dick
This is the best of the poems that I've read by you!
Five stars! Deserves more!
About this line: Succulent syllables licked from/Her lips become dreams of infinity. It's so beautiful, I wish...really wish...someone felt that way about my words...
I plan on editing this one, as there are a few lines left hanging; the byproduct of improvised verse (or music). The flow must flow.
This speaks to something inside me, a voiceless and the voiced, a combination in harmony to fully actualize both...
Your feedback is always appreciated.
Many entries coming soon.
Let Literotica Love me!
A reservoir of words and thought without losing self-possession.
I've lost count as to how many times I've read this poem; still counting.
I've discovered many layers of intrigue.
"He grants her freedom to sing." is just one of my favorites.
other cultures have theirs also. TK U MLJ LV NV