Storm
my hunger
grows
at the sight
of your
naked sunset,
scarlet moments
navigating
over your
perfectly smooth
desires,
your stars,
your moon
pressed against
my hard winds,
this storm
raging
between
your scented
blossoms,
fully challenging
the outcome
of these
late hours.
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