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
smell of Moroccan oil
she whispered

the time stopped
her silhouette of fire

my eyes



  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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