Be Poetry in Motion…

A canvas of sound seductively painted upon airwaves.
The slow glide of the feminine soul as she makes her way thru the world.
Fine grains of sand filtering thru fingertips.
The cosmic love story created by sun and sea, with each new dawn.
Curvaceous landscapes that pave the way to visions of desire.
Tremors that infiltrate stillness as bow crosses paths with bass.
Moist sweet breath expelled from one life and injected into another.
The transmission of energies as warm skin melts into warm skin.
The slow dance of silhouettes entangled beneath the sheets.
This is poetry, in motion.
~Tiffany

Be Evocative.