Meticulous
it's late
a rustic sound bellows
candles smoke
making love to the open air
I stare in silence
as thoughts dance upon my eyelids
an old Viennese Waltz aroused
where I first saw her silhouette
we succumbed to the night
her light
swirling across the cobblestones
It wasn't just my hands around her throat that took my breath away
it was her eyes begging for more
it was the moon howling
her inner glow
growling to be fed
given
taken
nothing else mattered
but her words
mouthed meticously within my ear
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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