A night of heaving
Fun
There's a sense of
Empty
Rustling deep inside
Guess that when the
Light flickers and at last
Outside the sun breaks
We sigh and sleep together
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2 comments:
I like this... really subtle in some respects but the image is not.
Very sexy poem. Very nice.
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