Author: Sharmagne Leland-st john

I said coffee I didn’t say, “would you Like to cup My warm Soft breasts In your Un-calloused, Long, Tapered, […]

Her man, A wild dark love song Borne deep within her gypsy soul He’s gone to live in jagged mountains […]

You never saw the spring my love Or the red tailed hawk circling high above On feathered wings my love […]

by Sharmagne Leland-St. John There were dry red days Devoid of clouds Devoid of breeze Sound bruised My burning bones […]