A torrent that torments me;
Encircles me,
Gushes through my limbs;
Wanes my will
Licks my hair – the promiscuous maul
The vaporous blue stream, keeps afloat my soul
Wafts over the soft hair on my delicate body,
Unable to shroud the despair;
I succumb to the homicidal tempest...
2 comments:
Temptation talks of torment.
Monstrous as it may seem,
One thinks of it as almost- a lament.
I so agree with that Miss :)
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