Delicate In My Hand


I know your smell. I know your smile.

I sneak around to see your backside, round and large.

Heavy meat. Strong, delicate in my hand.

Poignant talks of feverish kisses.

I can feel the naughty warmth between these thighs. La la la in my mind.

Beauty trips on my tongue. Acid laced scandals, walking with no sandals.

I'm watching you sleep. I swim rapidly through your dreams.

Ill plant a pineapple tree. Sweet and spiky.

Heaven is passion. Passion is life.




Excerpt from an "Old Disc"

Poetry from within is a series of words that are created during transient experiences of opening in order to guide us to our deepest heart.



Written by the Co Founder Rachel Pringle

Rachel Pringle