Sunday, December 9, 2018

This time of day

I feel the warmth of your skin against mine,
Our lips are joined, in magic they combine.
You know my desires, without being told,
but then again, you know just how to hold.
Our bond is unnatural, but sacred to some.
We’ve not changed our ways, we were born as we come.
When the sun sinks low, I am assured,
that’s just how I know.
This is a wish, and I am alone.

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