Thursday, 20 February 2014

Darkest of Nights

When I Close my eyes
and Pull upon a long lost day dream
In the Darkest of Nights
As the coldest draft of wind 
Grazes my face,
You whisper my name.
As I lie in your arms,
A perfect Fit.
The smell of your hair
The washed in Deo and Sweat.
I bathe in the moon light,
Naked to the soul,
With your hands by mine.
The Stars twinkle at us,
Sworn to our common secret.
In the Darkest of the nights,
In the whisper of my eye lashes,
Your name,
Your face.

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