Paris kind of mood

Paris kind of mood
Strolling in the romance
cherry blossoms in bloom
bookstores abound
thoughts of lovers breathing
new life into your dearest’s hand.
Feet on the ground
her mind in the clouds
a Paris kind of mood.

Concrete
Luscious lips
sweetly bray
pumping up my head.
Concrete bed
powerless to connect
hiding in the sheets we blush.

Endlessly darling

Sunsets racing
catch a new day
erasing love lost.
Broken glass
shimmers, forming
hearts as iridescent diamonds
in the rough.
Will you take me
forever?

Poetry

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