Night
Dark flashes quiet my mindHe moves
Thirst overwhelming
Sweet seduction, erotically slow
Over the blood rush, contented
Two souls bound in images beyond time, sighs in unison
Daylight overcomes too soon
Breaking the spell
Night
Dark flashes quiet my mindBeautiful1974 commented on Night
08-19-2009
yvettelove commented on Night
07-14-2009
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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