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In the depths of dusk

A whispering sax
Hands searching, bodies brushing against each other
In the distance a moan, or is it a cats meow
Hot and torrid game
Young love, a love so pure
Copper notes distil honey fragrances
In the darkness of this moonless night
She feels unique like no other
So desirable, so beautiful
The siren song is not the death of the white swan
Life is full of declarations of love if you can open your heart now
The sweet melody floats under a glacial sun
It cools the soul
But for this woman
It only pronounces a day of waking
 

Saxophoniste

Last edited: 23/01/2018