Encounter

By summer
He was a frantic fiddle
and her still shadow soared
She moaned milky midnight whispers
and he drank her whiskey words
Her blushing body tangoed to a tune
she’ll never care to know
while his fingers fumbled curvy flesh
but his body ached to grasp her soul
A beautiful windy storm arose
and it was out of their control

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Author: iekika nikole

mother.writer.stenographer.and so much more.

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