The sweetest dream
Your nose touched mine and you then kissed my lips.
Your big strong wrist pulled me and I indeed
lose self-control. It was the sweetest dream.
You said that you’ll be absent for three days.
I asked the reason, looked into your eyes.
You smiled and told me something through your hat.
The scene had lost in the dark autumn night…
I tried to fall asleep to find the path
to you again, but there was only mist.
The silver moon threw rays down from above
and your hot kiss burned on half-opened lips.
Thea 23.09.2024
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