as the night marches, when noises crawl,
the stranger loves you. the grass dreams.
where legends breed, a cosy whisper,
in sturdy shelter, a reluctant hearth wood is born.
harsh pale wood of vanishing touch, and thick sand where waves can carry neon thunder.
when winds grow hot, cloud sleeps, absence wishes.
the raven walks, the song is alseep, the myth loves you.
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fervour whispers caress
carries me away
where light falls
as the night marches, when noises crawl, the stranger loves you. the grass dreams. where legends breed, a cosy whisper, in sturdy shelter, a reluctant hearth wood is born.
harsh pale wood of vanishing touch, and thick sand where waves can carry neon thunder.
when winds grow hot, cloud sleeps, absence wishes. the raven walks, the song is alseep, the myth loves you.
the pale wood relies
on tall skin and thick nature
the whisper sees you
when you fall silent
and the monster hopes
and
the kiss has arrived on your silver jaw
between secret legs, the touch dreams
and the banshee takes you
Fun! Apparently my brain wants to make vaguely erotic monster poems. ;)
Haha, finding tasteful smut in all circumstances, I see ;)
I love these! Thank you so much for sharing 💜
you, asleep. an uncertain corner
I'm drawing your graying hair
with burnt candy
I tell secrets
that you don't want
where light falls, trembling, on your lips
I love it!! Truly a beautiful one.