Four Seasons of My Soul
Original Poetry and more by Yiota Karioti
Sunday, October 10, 2010
The trace of your hands...
Eyes open to the sun
the taste of you still
rests upon my lips
the trace of your hands
writing your love
with purple caresses
along the line of my hips...
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