as the morning breeze whispers
the melody we made,
the sting and ache echo
last night’s chorus
with each movement,
replayed
the warm sheets still hum
our candlelit din,
a masterpiece composed
over willing skin
-artwork by Egon Schiele
as the morning breeze whispers
the melody we made,
the sting and ache echo
last night’s chorus
with each movement,
replayed
the warm sheets still hum
our candlelit din,
a masterpiece composed
over willing skin
-artwork by Egon Schiele
Very nice
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Thank you, Brent.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you!
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Always happy to share your posts, My Dear!!
xoxoxo
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An elegant last verse, great poem.
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Fantastic!
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Thank you, Kunal!
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Fabulously loving and beautifully erotic. The kind of poem I love so much. It’s wonderful , Sis ❤️
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Thank you so much, Rita! 💜
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My pleasure, Sis. You’re gifted at this.
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