Well, good evening. My name is Crystal Center Brown and this is your poem of the day. This poem is called Backsliders and it's in my book of poetry called but you have such a pretty face. Sunday mornings are our only chance to dance under the covers. Your slick skin against mine the scent of our dreams dancing in the air. You touch me there where Prose is born, where my heart beats. We speak the same language no one else knows. We stay in bed past noon
Chelsea Hanawalt
@allowthesun · 0:13
The scent of our dreams dancing in the air what a beautiful and magical image thank you so much for sharing this