MIDNIGHT BLISS


The taste of midnight lingers on my lips
Yet forlorn piles a heap.
A Combustion of emotions,
While  bliss slowly clouds the moonless night.

To the salsa,
The sway of bodies
The boom,The boom,The boom.
Crickets chirps

She takes my hand and glides through the masses,
Risking it all I tag along.
A dance so brittle,
Yet antagonizes my demons.
She leans towards me touching my passion,
Feeling my approval.

Soft surrender
And silent treasures unearthed.
   The taste of midnight!

VIC

  

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