mark king - Submission

From kisses to steamy
bedroom fantasies,
she innocently smiles
from delight.

Eyes sparkle,
made of beguile,
its from the love she feels
and the passions of our flesh.

Midnight flashes by
at the motel
of pleasing memories.

Lies are drowning
in the past
while love engulfs
the darkness.

mark king

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