Soft as blue night-time,
fragranced allure
beckons in
me a need for
a You-time
with scents of pure
passion used
for good mood-time
I dash to my
You-time
under full moon.
Haze of a dream-time,
fathomless draw
will drowse
me to love-time
just as before.
Surreally floating
with no time
for more
than my You-time
I choose
only that time
with you evermore.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
Soft as blue night-time,
fragranced allure
beckons in
me a need for
a You-time
with scents of pure
passion used
for good mood-time
I dash to my
You-time
under full moon.
Haze of a dream-time,
fathomless draw
will drowse
me to love-time
just as before.
Surreally floating
with no time
for more
than my You-time
I choose
only that time
with you evermore.
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