Intertwined Souls In Passionate Urge
Ah! All fades away,
nothing remains...
but carved names
into cold stones!
The scent of evening's kisses,
the touch of trembling hands
also drift away
into pretty sunsets!
Intertwined souls
in passionate urge
make moaning surge;
no crickets sound distracts,
no moonlight gets admiration:
we're taken by wild temptation!
Reimagining times
that have passed
can give us the illusion
that dreams are back
in form of butterflies;
and we become children
chasing them on meadows!
Now, this flashback
makes us regret we are old
and we can't be those kids
running after them 'till dark
as they continue to spark!
Intertwined souls
in passionate urge
making moaning surge;
no crickets sound distracts,
no moonlight gets admiration:
we're taken by wild temptation!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2024
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