Anthology VI
- Nigel Paolo Grageda
- Feb 3, 2018
- 1 min read
All the moment she had
my yearning tightclad
in her tender heart's wish
when the night was feverish,
thus my desires mold in ember,
no vivid than the days I remember
when her touch would imprint
the adoring hues of summer's tint.
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