Burning the night

by Glenn G   Oct 12, 2014


I have good memories of a day where we kissed, touched and smiled. A day where no sadness could be found until I looked out the window and saw the clouds darkening into plumes of smoke as though the day had caught fire and was burning away, and soon all it's joy would be only ash and even it's burnt scent would one day fade away.

After I kissed your lips again I saw it was not the day burning away but rather the night beginning to burn it's incense, setting the mood for the rest of our night together.

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