I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places. But we danced on the thread of real words. We were thieves, just accepting enough.
We loved the whiskey, we love the dance and we never showed real face. You were as pretty as the deadly midnight moon and I was twisted-up as a hanging rope. You told me often. We are like two shots of happy, one shot of sadness. Wanting laughter and love filled nights, then we will escape before morning sun.
I touched your angelic face and allowed my hands to touch perfect flowing auburn hair and I held your hips. I looked into your hazel eyes of wild green, blue and brown. I told you.
Sophia, Sophia.
Love can be sweet, love can be bitter.
You and I.
Wanting everything and wanting nothing.
We pray for warm skin near, we pray for hot and sweet kisses.
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By thereluctantpoet on November 24, 2019 at 1:32 am
Thank you my friend.
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By johncoyote on November 24, 2019 at 2:01 am
This is really a moving and emotional piece, John!!! Bravo!!! 😊✨✨👍
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By thereluctantpoet on November 24, 2019 at 12:46 am
Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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By johncoyote on November 24, 2019 at 2:00 am