Quiet Lover


I can't feel a thing, sitting beneath another cold wind.
Smoking an orgasmic note,
Slips between your moan.

Watching the night take another one.

Ashing a toxic sigh, yet the morning smiles.
And I keep ignoring sleep,
Who catches my darlings dreams.

Till I take another drag
Till I close the door
And take a ride on a cosmic lore.

Believe me, its peaceful under the moonlight.



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