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Jun 2019
This here is a tale of two
A chance meeting on a cold day
Few words exchanged
Distance made to vanish
A frenzied search for a shield for roaming eyes
Bodies glued like eyes to face
A hungry kiss,in a thousand places
violent roll in the sack
Time passed
Passion waned
Now is just a dream
A thing left in a sacred place
Like a temple to be visited
And brought to mind on demand
Memory is a great thing, to be able to bring to mind a thing so far in time,for me,is bliss.
Written by
Adebola Zakariah  32/M/NIGERIA
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