Soothe
In the moments before dusk
night in a struggle with the day
dreams they do say
dancing into reality
the red light district
flickers on high alert
she, backs into me
a soft velvet touch
embarking me involuntarily
to thrust
my chest closer
to those simple breaths
slow and so sweet
rendering me complete
here's where I dream
or so does it seem
a memory or want
to endow her my pride
an encompassing ride
stirring, echos in time
a morning of lust
urged to surface
thrive
brazen and bare
not coming up for air
spring undresses the moon
surrender takes many turns
lasting sips
soothe
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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