He was day, She was night.
He waited patiently for misty mornings, She yearned for crazy nights.
It was the dawn that brought them close.
The one to set them free, after they rose.
They had this thing together,
A momentary fling together.
Rain trickles down the bamboo plants,
Condenses and rests against the cold glass pane.
They lie awake under satin sheets,
Twisting and turning, discovering each other,
Contemplating the fact of being strangers altogether.
Their fingers entwine,
Must be the influence of wine.
Things get hot and heavy,
Splendid serenity or mocking audacity?
2 comments:
Perfect imagery, can almost draw a picture in the head.
✨Magically 🌻
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