Poetry. : Temptation
In the darkest night,
In the silent that surrounds those living life,
The small space,
Where there isn't anybody else,
Anybody else apart from only you and I,
With the window slightly open,
The wind of the cold night,
Brushes againts our bare skin,
Wraps in the warmest embrace,
Those deepest breath; it could be felt touching,
Touching my neck that is somehow right now aching,
Throbbing a heart that is still beating,
Those gentle caress,
But as the time fades away,
The sensation; the love that felt before,
It has become more wilder,
As the temptations dominate our heart,
And becomes another ruthless night without tears,
But only the desire to own another person's crown in another silent night.
In the silent that surrounds those living life,
The small space,
Where there isn't anybody else,
Anybody else apart from only you and I,
With the window slightly open,
The wind of the cold night,
Brushes againts our bare skin,
Wraps in the warmest embrace,
Those deepest breath; it could be felt touching,
Touching my neck that is somehow right now aching,
Throbbing a heart that is still beating,
Those gentle caress,
But as the time fades away,
The sensation; the love that felt before,
It has become more wilder,
As the temptations dominate our heart,
And becomes another ruthless night without tears,
But only the desire to own another person's crown in another silent night.
©Nanapon 2020
( Sowwie I write crappie lol )
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