The weight of the night

My morning is heavy with the scent of your smile,

The smell of laughter,

A delicious memory of your skin,

A taste of your sweet sweat,

of your passion unfolding,

your cards revealed,

a flush in your eyes,

your innocence bluffed,

Our hearts bare naked,

Lust had blushed,

Our Lips danced into the twilight night,

holding closely,

letting go for nothing,

breathing a staggered melody,

Humming exploitations,

feverishly enchanted by the tug of your hair,

imbibed by our intertwining bodies,

drinking up your all,

and everything in between,

dehydrated by desire,

peacefully exhausted,


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