Famished is my soul
Parched my skin
I meander in the silent shadows
Searching for meanings
Waiting am I for the touch
For that ultimate blush
Something consuming
Yet calming
When his passion touches me
Through words
In sublime whispers
Did somebody lift my veil
Or he defined the moon
A confluence of mystical tragedy
Living
Without rhythm
Did he see through me
Is it for.
©LR
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