Tantric Poetry ~ Melting Into Silence.

Melting into silence.
My body sighs.
It’s tightly bound form unravels.
The edges of who I am, are limitless.

Silence beckons me.
A wanton lover & to it, I yield.
Devoured in silence.
I dissolve.

❤️

Michelle K Roberton

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