Creative Writing

Song

Come to this spectacle of pleasure

And hear the circus shrieks,

Its all pretend

Because what you think means more to me

Than all the satiny satisfaction of caresses and deep pleasure

You never ask and i never say

Although I am the reddest fiercest colour

In a light leeched day

A voice calling ripples through me

An Ocean, a Ray,

 more fine, more sensual

Touch me with you voice

Touch me with your voice

Touch me

With a body of meaning 


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23/03/2021

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Saskia Ramsden



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