Autumn Drizzle

Understanding each other in imperfections.
Like a painting, hues may vary. Tints may be abstract. But there is beauty. Aesthetic touch of you on me...which arouses the intense sensations within.
Every time you approach me with your magnetic eyes and magical spell on your touch, you enslave me.
Be my lust on every starry night.
Be my sunflower on every dawn.

Be my Prussian cumulus every twilight!!!

Traveling to endless roads and infinite destinations.
We love, love, seduce.
We sink in. Deeper.
Flowing....as autumn leaves in the brook...!!! Floating...as high kites in the sky...!!!.
Thorn
often hurts...
Bleeding the fiery red whims....!!!!
the in-between of me and you.
Mine and yours.
Past!!! Shhh,!! You're burned.
You're buried...

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Hey Mr. Yesterday.....

Roads become a getaway to those heavens made on this earth....!!!
Dusted, often misdirected to unknown paths...!!! overtime, it sparkles with its magic.
Drive us to be apart from the world...
To touch adventures ....
In its finely chiseled memories,
We live...;
To the diverse array of roads...
In front, of those nomads...without destinations...!!! Timed to coincide with untold impulses...!!
Within we stroll, to the cloudy cities... wild mountains and turquoise beaches ..!!
Hey Mr. Yesterday...take me back...
With time...days, collided between us to its reveries...
Night, drunken together among stars...high conversations..!!!
Through darkened street...!!!.
To touch 3:00 am...delicacy....!!

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