The path
An imaginary trail of breadcrumbs left behind, that by some stroke of
chance find you walking this one private path of mine, me left waiting
in desperation, with this aching flourishing anticipation, my heart thumping
joyfully in the meanwhile, towards my constant growing insinuations about
us joining forces during our final victory of consummation, just you and
me and the night for ourselves.
chance find you walking this one private path of mine, me left waiting
in desperation, with this aching flourishing anticipation, my heart thumping
joyfully in the meanwhile, towards my constant growing insinuations about
us joining forces during our final victory of consummation, just you and
me and the night for ourselves.
This Poems Story
Bliss in a flash
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