gold stars and chilled breezes
circle our embrace
weβre cozy,
discreet
deep in
enchanted darkness and
mammoth trees
our hands refuse unlocking
pouting lips spill special requests
mumbles
whispers
βOne more kissβ¦β
we dive in
savoring
unlockingβ¦
departing
Back to our private lives
in separate beds
where a different head
rests
I lie here,
as you do there,
dreaming of our next
meeting, deep inside
gold
starry blissβ¦
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