Where Sunsets Hide
Sweet wafts of ambrosia fill me up
as your painted fingers etch
across my holy sanctum
crimson cries of passion scream out loud
and you have barely scratched the surface
Come caress my night where sunsets hide
dip your tepid toes into my pool of trust
drench my soul with your spirit's neon glow
where starshine ignites pleasured pulses
amid first moments of our ardor show
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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