Nervous
This tickle
Burns and ripples
The nerves
A cracking whip
That whisper
Turned to prickle
The system breaks
Beneath His grip
-a.r.
Artwork: The Grip, by Bindii on deviantart.com
This tickle
Burns and ripples
The nerves
A cracking whip
That whisper
Turned to prickle
The system breaks
Beneath His grip
-a.r.
Artwork: The Grip, by Bindii on deviantart.com
~ by April on August 29, 2016.
Posted in Body, Death, God, Humanity, Identity, Marriage, Poetry
Tags: Anarchy, Body, Death, Life, Nerves, Nervous, Nervous System, Poetry, Rules, System, Tickle
I find this deliciously sexy
Thank you, it was written from a deliciously sexy, system challenging space. Your compliments are always appreciated. 🙂
I could tell. Smiles.