And I shall take the writer home
so we move with intimacy
inside my eyes and heart.
Your phases warm in cold night
where loneliness haunts
and desires are dormant.
It's a grand rondevu
where ******** rivers flow
as I praise my partners
genuine heart.
And so...
I drift off to sleep
in bed of words and dreams.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
And I shall take the writer home
so we move with intimacy
inside my eyes and heart.
Your phases warm in cold night
where loneliness haunts
and desires are dormant.
It's a grand rondevu
where ******** rivers flow
as I praise my partners
genuine heart.
And so...
I drift off to sleep
in bed of words and dreams.
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