Rustle of sheets…
Murmur of hearts…
Thrum of city…
Absolution of night.
Soft skin, hard hands.
Dog growls thrice…
Horn blares thrice…
I confess my love thrice.
She laughs,
and flicks her hair.
Rustle of sheets…
Murmur of hearts…
Thrum of city…
Absolution of night.
Soft skin, hard hands.
Dog growls thrice…
Horn blares thrice…
I confess my love thrice.
She laughs,
and flicks her hair.
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