Again he penetrates her sleep without so much as an invitation humming a piece which only lonely spirits can the last song he heard he says embracing her tightly with eyes the colour of the Adriatic sea the want to kiss this sprite that sits before him embodied as a woman underlie the surface of his smile she laughs, basking in his adoration unintentionally she allures his mouth to draw nearer clearly innocent of her seductive ways he accepts her naive summons the intoxicating aroma emanating from the wine that laces his mouth overwhelm her with lascivious thoughts weighting options in her head she can almost taste the spice of anticipation . . . when he dissipates into the final wisps of ardent nocturnal purples yielding to the hues of dawn
Reason for writing:
the line "without so much as an invitation" inspired it, and the reason for submission - I thought I'd like to share it
Birth sign: Leo
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