A hot passion storm

The break of dawn. I fell asleep,
founding myself in your tough hands.
You were so tender, my strong Beast.
We sat in your white clothed broad bed,
giving each other the hot kiss.
I sat on you. The heart quick beats
were noisy drumming in my ears.
I grasped your head by sunburned wrists.
You pulled me closer. I felt warmth
of your broad breast and sun's gold rays
were sliding on the edges of your
fit silhouette. I felt it's late,
but I couldn't stop a passion storm.
I've sat beside you, putting on
your weightless bright-white cotton shirt.
You smiled and told me something odd.
My heart were melting from your voice,
but there was time to leave. I saw
the sad adieu at a flat door.
I looked then down on the bright floor,
trying to find my high heel shouse.
Instead of them I've seen her old
enormous ballet flats. It put
the end to the sweet dream. Strong storm
of the mixed feelings raged inside.
The break of dawn broke into room.
I opened eyes. No one's beside.
Blurred mind revived the night dream loom...

                Your Thea               
                28.06.2025

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