Sensual gaze

Wrapped in the blanket,

it feels like we are lost lovers from another world,

united by the wintery jolt and breezy wind that caress the face,

like a sensual and amorous kiss

A fuck is lost in the distance,

the desire to fuck and don't tell

A substitute for love

It's plain sex minus emotions or clinging

Love is a blurred image of human attachment

Pointless and harmless imagination

Of love



Plain pleasure.

Sensual gaze

only if eyes could talk

to make a passionate embrace

coiling into each other

giving wing to momentary adventure

It's no imaginative mind

Yet, the soul wandering in the quest

to touch and caress


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