Woolen cradle, mahogany floor,
Tiled bathroom, arching door,
Cobblestone walkway, rusting leaves
Embarked I have upon my knees.
Struggles to sighs freed in the night
As we embrace 'neath pale moonlight
And dance to dip from inside out
Hunger raging to a shout.
Clouds the ceiling of loves delight,
Where will we travel tomorrow night?
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Author:
MelyssaHarmon (
Offline) - Published: October 16th, 2016 17:20
- Category: Erotic
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Comments1
WELCOME MELYSSA ~ Thanks you for your first poem ~ I loved the sensuous tone in your flowing language. Your delightful poem was oozing with rhyme and rhythm which complemented the subject ! Holiday Romance ! I guess tomorrow night we could travel anywhere ! Thanks for sharing ~ more please ~ Yours BRIAN ~ UK
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