Backstreet Affair
Soft tendrils of your hair
draped across my arm--
A scent so subtle
it lightly teases,
while I breathe deeply
blazed starlit dances.
Against the curtains,
there-- velvet pillows fold
until gyrating shadows wheel about;
uninterrupted murmurs bursting
ignoring the subdued daylight
until we give in to an ever private dalliance--
Two lovers happily surrender
on the backstreet of lured affair.
It Was A Beautiful Affair
7th July 2016
Copyright © Leon Datu | Year Posted 2016
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