Our laughter turned into a sort of rhythm,
Our rhythm turned into a sort of dance;
As motion filled with music filled with passion,
A double-bed became a vast expanse --
A journey that it took a while to finish,
Two pioneers upon a new-cut trail;
And she was like a book I couldn't put down,
Except I had to read it all
By braille
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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Nice! 💙
Bravo!
Aye carumba.
Wow! Well done!
Masterfully written. Captivating imagery with a superb final line.
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