We do ourselves carry a manner
some desire, a sweet inspire
takes our momentum away.
Would a person wonder of
a facade before their own passion,
Do we all find ourselves posing.
When last our eyes did
glance upon the beauty of love
then our hearts together bound.
Would then our aching body presume
this fire our sensuality will consume.
2 thoughts on “When Last Spoken”
Antony H.
Amazing, always impressed of your poetry! 🙂
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a quiet man
thanks good reader!
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