Sage A. D. - Creation

Lingers; feeling of pleasure.
It’s lingers.
Smells, taste, touch and you
make all things disappear
longing only remains,
and forever with you.


No words needed, not one.
Only you and me embracing
a feeling of escape,
from the world we know
and with each kiss;
making one of our own.

Sage A. D.

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