Bed & Breakfast
Tryst.
arms entwined. souls locked in a kiss
blanketed in the deep evening mist
unfaithful in passionate peace.
will the sun's tendrils creep with the morrow
to find me gazing at your eyes;
or driving away with leaden sorrow
of weakness and lies?
arms entwined. souls locked in a kiss
blanketed in the deep evening mist
unfaithful in passionate peace.
will the sun's tendrils creep with the morrow
to find me gazing at your eyes;
or driving away with leaden sorrow
of weakness and lies?
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