Passionate eyes/fridaypoets/@prydefoltz
Passionate eyes
Passionate eyes
as if the angels
they are floating
on the wall of the room.
Like a flower
wet with dew
I see your naked side
with exaltation.
Why is the night so short?
White satin sheets
they stretch again
before the moon is hidden.
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Mmmmm ... How much sensuality! It seems to me a clandestine love. Of those who do not wake up in the same bed. Those that the moon, as an accomplice, hides from the public light. Those that seduce people who like the forbidden. Good job, brother!
Thank you sister.
Hmm talented you certainly are. Truly glorious
Now that is new era poetry. I wonder who you talking about;)
A warm night in this poem, @corderosiete.
I guess long nights are for all less pleasant matters.
Good!