Bedroom Talk
Bedroom: souls in a tête-à-tête
Sandwiched between silk sheet and mattress
Sleepy eyes attracted to the glow of the lamp, with
Sweet dreams of a silent night
Light switch-off: the first snow of November…
Falling wild, etching graphic images on my sliding window
The last breath of summer, long gone; its memories
Are tingling my body and mind
Minutes later: my breathe gasped
And I feel a passionate kiss
Of a fairy princess, from your summer lips
Warming the numbness of my emotional heart
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