Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things
that escape those who dream only at night
Edgar Allan Poe
Yearning for hot sea breeze
eyes peer in the darkness
where only the moon sees
deep is the awakening
curling of rouge wet lips
pressed against my own
caught in desire starlit
the waves rushing onward
hands hold me beneath the tide
where I gasp for air
longing to drown by your side
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The prompt for the Midweek Motif at Poet’s United is “Night” .
Who doesn’t need a bit of hot spice on a summer’s night?
penned in moon dust 