When I think of you, I think of
gentle hugs, bright love.
Passionate kisses that make my heart glow,
leaving me wanting more—
the feeling of being in the sky,
on cloud nine,
enveloped in the sunset’s prismatic spread,
pink, orange, purple, red—
fractionated fractals of our love forever,
evermore.
About the Creator
Anon
Practicing my writing - mainly poetry
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