Gasped.
The silence of the heart,
It echoes a thousand beatings of moans
the desires a lit by flames of yore
Sighed.
a distance for just a hug
infatuations to embrace and be trapped by your arms
skin for skin this passion bleeds for you.
Ecstatic.
Your perfume and breath intoxicating
yet you are an arm away
and this silent reverie only just betray.
These eyes could only sigh for contentment
for scrolls of past and future
neglects these perishing wishes.
Deep wantings.
Only a dream.
Posted at 10:06 pm by
mjomesa
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