That Night

The warm summer night felt cold
next to their heat, glowing in passion
as he charms her into his arms, speaking
a spell onto her lips and her neck, conjuring
hot breath and soft clawing as tie and dress
meet on the wooden floor in brief moonlight
painting mere silhouettes of their bodies
onto the wall behind them.
Bitten pillows, laughing whispers
sought firm, tender grips as they
became one, molded by love and longing
before curling up against each other
to slip into nights arms for one last time.

Hi! I’m a writer from Germany and my focus is mainly on prose, poetry and short articles on psychological and philosophical topics.
I let my personal life and feelings inspire my content and use writing as an outlet for the things I can’t keep to myself. Poetry is art after all and art shouldn’t be hidden 🙂 I hope whoever visits my page can find something for him or herself and leave it a little bit more inspired than before.

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