Aphrodisiac ℕights ☾

By Jean Rojas

I have known these moments before
When the throat runs dry
And feelings are high…
A song is conceived
By the magical sighs

Born to grow
With the sweet breath
Of love
Night blossoms
And withers into morn
The stars swoon
In the slumber of the moon…

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Full poem here.

Art via hdwallpapers.net

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