She Rocks Above Poem by Karin Holloway

She Rocks Above



She rocks above and rivets my soul
With guilt spikes
Her old tsk-tsk has turned to 'such task! '
I'm lost to shame.
We rubbed bodies, I shone, I love his love,
Should you blame?
Yet you reign, cause me pain, and I hate
You for it.

Saturday, April 26, 2014
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