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| picture source: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/138978338473755792/"Hot summer nights, mid July, when you and I were forever wild." The Great Gatsby |
I remember the silence in the soft breeze at dusk
on hot summer skin, cooling to the moon’s early greeting,
eager to share our laughter and living,
anxious to witness the vibrations
of a language you’ll find in no dictionary,
and watching us climb the vines of pleasure,
he enhances our indulgence
with his silver touch.
Very evocative. Finely crafted and dreamlike. Only those who live in the night know its true beauty. :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Shadow! Climb the vines of pleasure: evocative line!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Shadow, simply beautiful.
ReplyDeleteJust like a soft summer breeze. Thank you!
You'd need a silver touch to throw a party like that.
ReplyDeleteHot-hot!!
ReplyDeleteWell done, appreciate you sharing.
ReplyDeleteWho is he?
ReplyDeleteThose days of unleashing pleasure without inhibition have aged away, now I keep my pleasures silent and to my own mind.
ReplyDeletehello shadow its dennis the vizsla dog hay hmm dada sez theez sownd like they must be tomato vines but i am not shoor eksaktly wot sort of tomatoes he has in mind!!! ok bye
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