The touch gentle and delicate
Whispers filled with earnest desires
A gasp of sweet surrender
As passion intensifies the fire
Muted in between
No promises to be kept
Lies being untold tonight
No looking back
No afterthinking
Their melancholic desire to be held
In an inconsiderable amount of time
Both made a solemn promise
Soleness to be their only crime
Tomorrow may bring woes
A brief moment of melancholia
Yet the memory of this one night
Would release the flames of robusts emotions
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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