Jan 9

Pure, white roses,
Surrounding you as I feel your hot air,
Soft, gentle, sweet as you are,
And the hot red on your cheeks as you tired smile,

In the cold degree celcius in this closed space,
You were precious as I hold you tightly in my embrace

We, harvest,
Warped in the colour of your soft hair,
We were in the creamy night full of stars,
My love, let’s enjoy this moment for a longer while.

subtle poem about uhm... I didn't mark it as explicit because it is subtle and probably need to read twice to understand it blink blink
A H J
Written by
A H J  Brunei.
(Brunei.)   
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