A hush, a gasp, the night took shape-
our fingers learned the maps of skin;
we burned the wax and left the drape,
soft embers keeping what we lit.
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JDB (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Nicely done, your poem revolves around intimacy and connection, exploring the physical and emotional dimensions of a romantic encounter.
Thank you.
great write
Mystically romantic. It burns. Well done
A night to remember easily and simply.
Beautifully understated.
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