Moving frozen moon around
My half forgotten glass of vintage red I search for proper words To rest on your lobes. Memories unforgotten Flood my lobes Until I forget to exhale. I’m under a spell If unwritten tales Where I’m releasing your smell As you lay on Love’s beating well. Evidence of my longing Hides behind Every piece of rain That brings your name With thunder’s mane Nothing is the same When billows try to tame your gleam #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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