Poems from Penspire
I'm a Social Entrepreneur, Inspiration Speaker, Story and Poetry writer, Leadership strategist and God Chaser.
Weep not at my grave when I am dead,
Sing me not the dirge of cold nights,
Sing instead the rhymes of the Willows,
Chant all day the...
His romantic hands crossed my shoulders,
He made love to me in ghost silence,
He kissed me with his derisive lips,
And made me forget my...