Capital q Poetry
Poetry from the fellow Trent Bellwood
6/14/13
Twist
A twixt of my twist
You throw me the might be
Like an insulated beach
Soft to the code
Keeping me
Kissing me
Caring
But all along a trained soul
Living herself away at me
Genie of a tease
Moves without breeze
Until she twists me through
And we Cease
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