Listening to the falling rain, splashing in the downspout, in heat of lust, our Butane, that sets us aflame. In the silence of our love, beneath grey flannel skies, and blue-blooded veins, of the pouring monsoon, Beneath the ravenous moon, for our rendezvous, listening to the falling rain, falling on the pane. On our game of charades, with the devil's ensemble, as he resins's the bow, in...Read On
Added: 06 Nov 2019 | Category: Love Poems |
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