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
desires
longing
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
Love
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