He is a fable
hauling red lightning through the dust of an uneven sky
His stare settles on the tip of my nose and he is unearthing his heart
and i lean in softly like a whisper
a forgotten thought against his chest
and we breathe in unison from time to time
breathe in the mean time
Arms in hands upon my thighs and wisp of fragrant hair takes my breath
A sparkle in your smile, A sparkle on your mind
remembering any feelings I can only remember his name.............(TBC)
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