Skinny Dipping

Naked by the lake under summer trees
Branches covered with broad leaves
create shade to protect our pale skin
Dresses discarded in the heat
We jump into cool water,
healing my fractured heart.
Your cranberry lips are full
of sweet surprises.
Together we make patterns
through the liquid glass,
shoulders wet and hair shiny
brushing the surface of passion

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She Writes Chaos

Polyamorous girl, homeschool mom, poetry writer. Here are my thoughts, judge them as you will.