Faint smells will drift through.
They, travel on the night air
touching us sweetly.
Hot conductivity
Our Connection electric
Fire sparks from your lips
Touch scent taste and feel
Stars echo your pretty eyes
Speaking of your day
Left alone in cold
Naked as night fades to day
Jilted at dawn, me
Humid warm safe nest
I hide your unending grace
So my young will grow
Home
Winter
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Summer
Autumn
Love
No Season
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