The Void Poem by Laa Finita

The Void

Rating: 5.0


His hands, my breath,
my shoulders
against his.
Knowing fingers
run over my spine,
a neverending kiss,
to live.
His protecting embrace,
upon me descends,
a warm cloak,
a shelter,
my head rests on his chest.
I'd surrender the world
for such desire, again.
But the shinning night,
sweetly, reminds to me:
'stop dreaming,
he's not there.'

La Finita

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Laa Finita

Laa Finita

Buenos Aires, Argentina
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