Sebastien St. Fellmore
Lover's Innuendo 7 - Poem by Sebastien St. Fellmore
lovers lay in a star-lit room -
midnight flowers, about to bloom
within one another,
shared with no other.
spirits engulfed with flames of passion,
spirited lovers with souls now matching.
can you imagine the dreams we'll make?
imagine the trust, for love's own sake.
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