Paragonwords

Nikki Moore


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The night is broken…

I braced your back

Against my hands

As I poured my words over you

Poetry tracing the shape

Of your body

Tasting

Needing

The light, warm and sweet

Between your soul

A solitary longing

Coming undone

The night is broken

Screaming out our need

In reckless abandonmentΒ©

Β©Paragonwords 2019

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