Oh such a sweet little moment
the taste of an endless night on your tongue
the glory of dark dreams
the taste of an endless night on your tongue
the glory of dark dreams
their warmth and feeling
rolling across your skin
the texture of pleasure clings to you
wraps you up in fur and honey
and you drown
little moments
the quiet ones that stretch endlessly
into a breathless heat
a whispering silence
everything is still
everything is calm
long
languid
a pulse that drips and stutters
the pull of the ocean
the moon's soft harmony
the echo of life
a liquid memory
your blood remembers
the magic of your essence is a steady
persistent
hum
nothing is more lovely than now
and you can't remember anything
else
4/20/14
A. Walczesky
4/20/14
A. Walczesky
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