Wildest Night

A little bit of moonlight,
brewed,
with the look of your aspiring eyes,
the chill of the drizzly night,
melding,
with hankering highs,
Some twirls and some twists,
our coiled forms, 
in a flaming bliss,
when the time shall know,
no limits,
as we drown,
in the abyss,
of wildest moments and starved kisses.......

(c) S.S


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