Intangible Feeling
her heart pounding like
a hammer on a hot August
day. slight glances towards
a tousle of auburn locks. eyes
of ocean crashing deep into
her figure. the chill of a winter’s
morn heated by the burning
of rosy cheeks. threads of ink
tattooing the paper with passion.
the note floats across the room on
the baited breath of Venus. the crisp
folds undone- the present unveiled.
what could be hiding in that space between
irresistible and unforgettable?
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