• mortenvirallinen 24w

    Don't Spend the Night

    Nobody thought that the hours
    of the night would pass
    so gently.
    Lying there
    beside the glistening marble floor.
    Like an medieval sweet dream.
    Naked on a wide bed
    and there's wine in the air.
    Morning dew under
    the rising golden sun.
    In the darkness
    suppression
    seized to exist
    Silver, gold
    and flickering fantasies.
    Masks and mystic.
    Passion like magic.
    Flirting in the growd
    Deep breaths underground.
    ~MM