On my motorbike,
me on the front
and sometimes you
gliding through the air,
stopping under the lamps
while your kissable lips
sip on tea.
Then off to a garden
we lay all night
watching the stars
with sleepless eyes
kissing under the night sky
as I fall in your embrace
Nothing more we want,
than to cease the moment.
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Poetry- Youth.
PoetryThis volume contains poems of love, youth, loss and a variety of feelings that come with facing the sweetness as well as the bitterness of young love.
