Monday, 4 November 2019

Our Day



We’re in a quiet
shifting dream, as we
envelop our icy reflection…


In those lonesome cold stares
of love…


The stagger of footsteps
amongst youthful
whispers..


Their sounds drift upon
green soft leaves,
as they
play their way down...


We wander excitedly
amongst,
stimulating brilliance,
now found in all youthful minds,
our loving emotions
nestle into their orastated
imaginations...


Dreams and thoughts
of love float
upon the breeze.


The crashing seas
can be heard ahead...


Now we all crash down
to our knees,
for evening of
delightful pleasure..


The scent of erotic
ecstasy, clings
nicely to the warm
loving breeze,
drifts out

to sea...

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