Faded Embers

By Jay M   Oft of an exquisite dawn, Your thoughts come to me; As memories of a languorous nights sibilance of silk, Embers fanned along an amative lines curve. Of the wind that awaited instructions, To carry cries of amatory depths explored; Whispered bliss a cadence sheathed by moonlit silver. Oft of an exquisite … Continue reading Faded Embers