Rivers flowing, into the sea
Boats horning, passing the bridge
Tourists huddling, catching their ride
And we chatting, on that stair
“I want it from my living room”
To me you said
“And I want you in mine”
My tongue was tied
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Author:
HarrisHan2k (
Offline) - Published: October 14th, 2025 03:29
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Metaphor sensual, possibly erotic and maybe sexual but definitely passionate in a most quiet way. Most lovely
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