Delirious,
It’s how I feel,
When I know you’re looking,
Salaciously,
I ponder which part of my soul,
To undress,
While you watch.
Published by Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
View all posts by Vanessa