I'd kiss you again and again,
my friend,
and I don't think I'd ever get tired.
Your hands on my hips,
the feel of your lips,
your body is not undesired.
The songs that you write,
the room and the light,
this night was an artwork inspired.
Again and again,
we'll do this my friend,
until the moon has retired.
We made a song with our bodies,
our touch - the anticipated chorus.
Just you and I,
unplugged and live,
in a night that was created for us.














Devious Comments
great
xo!
--
interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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