Last night I dreamed of you
we sat under a night sky
exploding with stars
like freckles
on the skin of my lover
and as we caressed one another
she spoke to me
"I love your curls"
so she played with my hair
as I ran my fingers
through her soft silky strands
angels never tasted so fine
as her kiss
like her smile.
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
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