Episode 20: Poetry Reading ASMR

Her eyes weave silent tales, Noir goddess, shadowed in grace, Her gaze cuts through miles, My heart kneels to her face. Crimson lips, a quiet storm, Black silk drapes her form, Each pose hums with mystery, Desire burns, fierce and warm. Her stillness speaks in whispers, Film noir’s timeless, sultry frame, Her eyes hold starlit stories, They call my soul by name. Distance aches, yet love endures, Her beauty haunts my dreams, Goddess, muse, my endless fire, Our passion spans unseen streams.Written by https://substack.com/@gabrielkordicsThanks for reading AnureetWrites! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com