Tuesday, 12 July 2022

midnight saloon

 Baby in this evening glow

Turn your head to me real slow

And through golden locks feed me your woe

turn your bare shoulders to me

Leaning in seductive tranquillity

On this opened cushioned ocean we sleep


With grace and guile just sail your lips

To the seas of my soul

And dock them on mine with subtle slow

And exist


In us 

together,

in this 

endless evening glow


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