Making Love With You Inside My Mind

this morning
i watch the sun rise
between

your breasts

this morning i shall
watch sunset

between your thighs

i shall sleep
on your valley

i shall whisper
my songs of love in your ears

there will be a choir
of moans

and then the perfect silence
resides

in the chambers of
our exhausted bodies and souls

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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