Love’s passages
the pacing night
wading through time
like blue pain smiling
the soothing voices
late night whispers
cross distant plains
that lull hummingbirds
the frenzied train rides
Manhattan encounters
consuming kisses surround
for soft thighs brushing
the cool sheets calling
hungry arms finally, finally…
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
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I love this poem! Beautifully sensual.
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