Nightfall

Published November 5, 2012 by largemargeuk

I love the time
when the shadows swirl
and the first touch of cool
comes drifting.

When the weary day
starts to rise from me
and of nights pleasure’s
my mind truns to dreaming.

Of the warmth of wine,
of the sweetness of kisses,
of the shock of the touch
of a handsome stranger.

At the places I’ll go
in my empire of dreams –
Nightfall, the gateway
to heaven.

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