T'was the night of New Year's Eve,
Loud noises were always my peeve,
The warmth of my most beloved is what I received,
During the wholesome night we were seemingly cleaved.
My wandering light—
My most precious might,
My wandering light—
The source of all of my delight.
He made me believe—
that these dreams of ours could be achieved,
He made me relieved—
that my naive would never ever be deceived.
My wandering light—
Please embrace me tight,
My wandering light—
Until the arrival of broad daylight.
1:34PM | January 1, 2020
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Mocha
PoetryYou were the sweet chocolate that I needed in my cup of coffee, and together, brewed with astonishment and excitement, we managed to create a whole new flavor to lust over. Mocha. «❧» @pastel_illusions, 2019-2020
