when all the world’s in darkness
its colours under blackness
and rustling leaves on branches
the only sounds around us
the warmth of day has faded
as sun for moon is traded
and fragrant blooms are scented
when gentle breeze ascendent
with heartbeats loudly pounding
our breathing synchronizing
your flesh on mine arousing
unite underneath the stars
copyright © 2019 Karen Horsley
Beautiful!
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Thank you xx
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Thank you Chuck, hope you are well xx
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