I long for the majestic
sunset of your hair,
windblown, dancing across my cheek…
The burnt orange and lavender…
I want to consume every drop.
I’m thirsty for your
footsteps near my bed, parched with
desire for your presence—your essence.
How long until you wet my
tongue, and quench this fire?
I stalk slumber like a shadow…
my only release from the
hunger and yearning for your
moist lips, like peaches
pressed against mine.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
Awe, beautiful dear Thomas. 🌹
Thank you, sweet Teddy.
Love in great words Thomas.
Andy
Much appreciated.
Good write Thomas.
Thank you.
Brilliant, mate. Some cracking lines. The majestic sunset of your hair. Just wonderful. Cheers, Tom.
Thanks, Tom. I appreciate it.
romance is very much alive and kicking Thomas.
a master-class of love my friend.
Thank you, my friend.
Excellent as is so often the Case TW .. Neville
Thank you, brother.
Wow! You have used your poetic brush to create a sensual feast in every respect. I read it over and over, and loved it more each time.
Thank you so much, Bella.
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