Poetry by Jude: Redefined
Feb 18, 2022
Not a word to be said
As I take his hand
He leads me to his lips
For little
Bursts and sips
Of that sweet nectar
Where enlightenment lies
I’m craving to be next to him
As my body ignites
Not a word to be said
As I take his hand
He leads me to his lips
For little
Bursts and sips
Of that sweet nectar
Where enlightenment lies
I’m craving to be next to him
As my body ignites