It was late at night,
(or so)
we folded and furled,
and tussled
with bed linen...
Then,
our moment;
surroundings shushed climaxes
as if suspense stole sighs,
skulking in the shadows
of our silhouettes.
Pantingly,
we unplugged;
and syllables of sensuality
translated to slumber.
(and your lovely snore)


LISA










LISA

















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