Of slumber and pillow sham

Pale and tangible

In the moonlit armour

 

The firery red flowing

Making way through your auburn

 

The air’s so crisp and musty

With your scent

 

Flowing unhindered

Slithering down the bed

 

A dozen down but still

Far from Sated

 

Always a thrill, the sight
Of ashen faces with pillow cases

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16 Comments Add yours

    1. cias911 says:

      Thank you …it means so much coming from you!

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Sweta Ojha says:

        Oh you’re so kind. You deserve it very well. Stay blessed. 🙂

        Liked by 1 person

    1. cias911 says:

      I’m so glad you feel that way! Thanks for the encouragement.

      Liked by 1 person

    1. cias911 says:

      I’m glad you liked my hidden inner psycho speaking 😂. Thanks for sharing!

      Like

      1. Aiza Chaudry says:

        It takes a psycho to know one!!! :’3

        Liked by 1 person

      2. cias911 says:

        Finally!! well it was high time I met one! Not many of us out there you see 😉

        Like

      3. Aiza Chaudry says:

        Indeedios. 😀 Nice to meet you!

        Liked by 1 person

      4. cias911 says:

        Same here! I’m glad I came across you.

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  1. eliza rudolf says:

    Awesome…☺🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. cias911 says:

      😊Thanks ! By the way i really love your blog !

      Liked by 1 person

      1. eliza rudolf says:

        Thank you soooo much…
        M glad u loved it…🙂🤗

        Liked by 1 person

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