Free Verse
It is the same, she’s like
my free verse, I wrote, while I was in bed
longing, for night’s magical touch. And, as the
lamp’s light tingles
my thought, I remember her sweetness
that my senses overflow with it.
It is the same, she’s like
my free verse, but only she’s even lovelier, than
before and full of life. She’s lying down, close to me,
snatching weary spirit, from being out of love,
by her breathe, by her sensual lips. And, this great
longing---the erotic pleasure, is now buried in the night.
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