Night Air is made for kissing,
moon hanging, almost full
pieces of clouds gliding in
a soft summer
breeze.
Our Love lies on the landscape
of the horizon, like
the flowers of a summer night.
Cherrished kisses,
fading memeories,
all in a ghost
shadow
that
has
consumed
us.
Our glistening bodies
entwined in a agless
erotic dance..
passion surrounding us
in the dark, the
heat of the night
air is consuming us.



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