Another cryptic write,
For the night -
Words about you but they would
Never be graced by your eyes.
They're locked up in my heart,
Along with the salacious thoughts,
And you are so alive,
In my mind.
The party was for us,
The delicious secret so deep,
And they were dancing to our song,
Without a semblance,
Of awareness, to this truth we hold dear,
You felt like my reflection.
I wish this soiree went on,
And on, and onto,
My dreams, the depths of the night,
And my skin would burn,
Exactly where your fingers trace,
But oh, its dying, just like the embers.
Copyright © 2016 thearcticstar
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