Feed me a King

My Dearest drop from God,

I wonder what your skin

Tastes like in the morning;

Or if the magic of your kiss still entices

With the sunset as it does its rise.

King,

If I stripped your modest walls

With the melody of my fingers,

Would I still be able to see

Your soul sparkle this midnight?

For you see,

I crave you in your most

Undiluted,

Unconfine state.

Raw.

Do you permit?

Or should I still wonder

About the beauty of your imperfections?

Thaïna Edma

IG: @tyedma

Image: Ikenna Chineme, Pinterest

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