Monday, August 15, 2016

Vagabond heart

The rhythmic beat
Of his vagabond heart
That stole her breath
From the very start
Those stolen kisses
Under a moonlit night
That wonderous, amorous
Magnificent sight
Those passionate traces
Of the curve of her neck
Crushing his soul
In a lovestruck wreck
His fingers tracing
That little hollow
Which appeared everytime
She'd nervously swallow
Of pinks and browns
And blushes galore
All the colours in the world
He had grown to adore
Their bodies touching
Yet miles apart
He knew that she'd always
Have his homebound heart.

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