fireflies twinkle in the evening air
drawn to the beauty of you my moth
savouring the honey suckle deep
nectar delicious in the musk of petals
glide comforting in moments
the flutter of delicate wing
a brush of the cheek tantalises
tongue and lips touch tender
The caress a breath of perfumed air
sensation cooling in the evening heat
then in crescendo the moth is gone
and left wanting the honeyed tresses.
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- ebonycat
- I like the unusual, I love cats I think the world would be a better place without the middle classes.
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