by makatkaGorey, Wexford, Ireland
Aug 2019 313 Views 1 comments
Evening desires
Dusk,
a lullaby of hidden desires
with faster breathing
drunken hopes.
Dusk,
aurora touch
with the smell of promises.
Dusk,
a touch of wind on the skin
the sensitivity of giving.
Dusk
receiving
every particle
our existence.
a lullaby of hidden desires
with faster breathing
drunken hopes.
Dusk,
aurora touch
with the smell of promises.
Dusk,
a touch of wind on the skin
the sensitivity of giving.
Dusk
receiving
every particle
our existence.
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Posted: Aug 2019
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