Caged her magic
That morning after a moonless night. Only to wake up to steamy window panes Her fragrance from her locks Her fingers running on my sternum And her lined eyes talking to mine with all the curves on the lips.
I had caged a magic.
That morning after a moonless night. Only to wake up to steamy window panes Her fragrance from her locks Her fingers running on my sternum And her lined eyes talking to mine with all the curves on the lips.
I had caged a magic.
The poem is a quiet snapshot of a morning after a night together. The speaker wakes to fogged-up windows, the scent of her hair, her fingers moving across his chest, and her made-up eyes seeming to speak to his while her lips curve into a smile.
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