There she was

sweet, supple, and tender

as  fabric  falls  off  her  body

nakedness has never been so whole.


There he was

his face mesmerized

by what can only be art 

unreal, yet pure- she stood there.


So they laid

legs intertwined,

heat radiating from sheets

with the moans of love and pleasure.


Making love,

was their motive

as the sky darkens

and tensions heightens.


I wrote this in a cafe. Interesting isn’t it?




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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

Mind of a frantic poet. Ambition of an entrepreneur. The heart of an old soul.

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