Frozen images, in my iris,
Blow me off like you ISIS,
French fries, a French kiss,
Your main dish, I love this.
Boil my blood in your kettle,
Let's get it to flood the metal,
When the heat begins to settle,
I'll lick the depth of your petal.
Now, hands on the window pane,
Pleasure- It starts with some pain,
Only I, hold the keys to the chain,
Skin squeaking glass, love in rain.
"Squeaking Glass"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
Welcome to my Poetry and writing blog, I am glad you stopped by:) I do Poetry and pieces of writing, just for fun and self-growth. I write for existence, just like breathing. "Creativity is the engine on my quill" I hope you'll enjoy my writing :) Checkout more of my work from my Facebook page; @Drew Poetry Kenya. You can also connect with me on Facebook as "Author Drew" and on Instagram @Drew.Poetry.ke Thanks for stopping by:)
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