Night
The night was softer than my lips
It was softer than your pretty red sheets
The night was pulling me under
Thousand of shadows
Who knows how
and why we got this close
Who knows
where we left our clothes
The night was softer than my skin
It was deeper when you got in
And my sighs were loud and rough
But soon hit the deeper stuff
And my sighs were tender and vulnerable
And your presence was incomparable
Then night started to devour me completely
Till morning came and kissed me sweetly.
Copyright © Denisa Spiridon | Year Posted 2020
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