Hers
A poem that will set your night on fire
Against the wall, we hold the gun
Bewitched with the red satin drape
The patron began the vigilance
Scouting the gate to nirvana
Kneel on the sand, wash by the wave
Bussing the bits, soothe the wall
Reach the fruitless bosom to taste
Cast with substantial delicacy
Dripping water blow the echo
Peculiar whisper and rather enticing
Brushing my ear, poach my line
Dragging me to the race
Raised a loaded gun, put me on guard
Chase by the unknown, enchanted the wall
Run and run to the deepest den
Crawling under the booth
Move around, swing the gun
Shaken sand captive my body
Blow vigorous vein, hook it
Gushing out as lightning
Blast handgun drizzle on sap of conundrum
About the Creator
Verso de Medianoche
I'm hiding behind my pseudonym, but I'm liberating between my words. Is it just a fantasy, or does the truth rhyme on each page? You decide, and I'll write.
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