Waiting
The glow of warm bricks Kissed by the setting summer sun. The rushing of water To no place in particular. The shiver of chill From the cold stone seat Air filled with spices Of local eateries The anticipation Of your warm lips against mine
The glow of warm bricks Kissed by the setting summer sun. The rushing of water To no place in particular. The shiver of chill From the cold stone seat Air filled with spices Of local eateries The anticipation Of your warm lips against mine
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