Posted by: bogpan | юни 11, 2018

silhouette of fire

she slept

she dreamed
my hand touched hers
she shivered

my palms covered her thighs. my tongue burned her neck.
i bit …
her nails pressed
my back

the moon
glowed
smell of Moroccan oil
she whispered
baby…

the time stopped
suspended
her silhouette of fire

burned
my eyes

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Responses

  1. Powerful imagery, crafted in fire. The piece shines like a diamond. Breathtaking!

  2. ah, your slim sensitivity and the splendid feeling of words! I am flattered and very grateful for any support! you are always welcome !!!


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