an enigma about to disclose it’s riddle.
And my imminent silhouette
spread like an orange-red wraith
under a wisp of sun,
turning solid in your embrace.
scent of perspiration
to which you returned again and again,
cupped my bottom on the way,
continued your voyage along my spine.
Leisurely, the evening wrote itself
in lines of verse made of sighs
and irrational sounds. Before sleep
gathered her kin, three soft words
and a final kiss gently tucked us in.
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