Time
Out of breath, our precious time inching forward, now much too late,
tick-tock, lost in my own fever of desire, cannot help myself,
tick-tock, excitement burning slowly, left with this trembling as if on
fire, tick-tock, nightfall steadily fading and our sensual laboring moment
having met the stroke of a new sunrise at precisely tick-tock hour.
tick-tock, lost in my own fever of desire, cannot help myself,
tick-tock, excitement burning slowly, left with this trembling as if on
fire, tick-tock, nightfall steadily fading and our sensual laboring moment
having met the stroke of a new sunrise at precisely tick-tock hour.
This Poems Story
The inconspicuous lifestyle of a romantic nigh time moment.
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