She purrs when she’s doing
What she pleases
Drinking what she wants
Laying in the company of the few kindred spirits
Savoring chocolates
Writing words
Kneading bodies
It’s just the way she is
A wildcat
That seems so tame
Except by those
That have heard
Her purr turn
Into a roar
👣❤ Jeanna’ Mead
725 a.m 3-19-19
He left room
Blank spaces
At the bottom
Of the page
Tempting her
To leave her mark
Expose some truths
Bare her skin
And her heart
Reach across the darkness
Tie up the loose ends
Make him yearn for more
Room
For whatever she wanted to do.
👣❤Jeanna’
7 31 a.m
132 seconds
She counted each one
To see how long
It would take
She knew it wouldn’t
Be long
132 seconds
From start to finish
Beginning to end
That’s all it took
To be done
👣💔 Jeanna’ Mead
7 00 a.m 3-20-19
Www.jeannasoul.com
Drawing
Circles
Writing words
Fingers on skin
Instead of
Pens on paper
Blank canvas
She wondered
If she could hand over
Fine tip markers
Climb up
Lay down
Let go
Release all expectations
Just to see
Which words
What art
Would appear
On her skin
👣💙Jeanna’ Mead
709 a.m 3-20-19
Jeanna' Soul 