Eltanin and Rastaban

A quick smile stretches

Bringing the warmth out

A hand, gentle and lithe

Touches and placed

Around your head

Brown hair in my eyes

Brown hair in my mouth

Intoxicating scents

Without breathing

And always

The smoldering of her eyes

It’ll burn you down.

 

©Ramon Sturdivant

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