Lioness

 

 

You run your fingertips

down my arm,

stopping my heart

as you hold my wrist.

 

You breathe life

into every scar on my skin,

your lips boldly bring

youth back to my body.

 

My delicate wild curls lie

tamed on your chest,

lioness rests content

at the sound of your breath.

 

© Katypoetess 2015

 

 

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