Thunder and the whistles of the wind,
Rain made the roof sing to the night.
My skin brushed, soothingly on yours,
Shallow moans, escaped from your lips.
Hard breaths, moist neck and forehead,
serving myself all to your lips tonight.
Melting between the sheets, dripping,
down the floor, toes curl, heartbeats slow.
Your body was poetry, I was the rhythm.
And, in the night, we made the flow!
"In The Night"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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