naz poetry spot
Sweet and bitter little teardrops falling from her cheeks...
dark...drowned...brown...hidden eyes that leaks...
lips that speaks...sadness...
heart with a passion of madness...
sweet and bitter little teardrops...
shell of hardness...none could penetrate...
in the source...her soul way made of tears...
a flame burned within...
bringing steam to the stream of tears...fears gone...
like hot springs...
steams...sings a song of sensual desire...
a fire none can feel...
sweet and bitter little teardrops...
to be touched...to be felt...to be needed...to be taken...
or just to be...free...
to raise the fire to match the sun's very heat...
a steam with a sensual remedy that was wanted...
remorseless...no torment...scream not in pain...
just ecstasy...heat...pleasure...screams...
till sweet and bitter teardrops reach a boiling point...
soon all evaporates....cool steam...a foggy dream...
she wakes to reality to find...
sweet and bitter little teardrops falling from her cheeks...
-Naz
By Hertz Nazaire [ naz ]
