Lasla's original poetry, prose and short stories. for Friday, June 6, 2008

The sky trembled hailing Its praise to our commune My heart flutters bewildered At the slightest hint of you Caressing my inner sanctuary Fingers of the goddess Inscribe your name Within the chambers of my heart A soft electrifying ocean breeze traces My skin with its salty touch Memories of passion... Sign in to see full entry.