’twas the night
when modest thoughts turned wild;
when demure and reticent words lost their chastity;
when mellifluous verses turned exuberant;
when the delicate touch turned desperate;
when the quiescent night lost its tranquility.
Encompassed by each other’s arms;
enchanted by each other’s sighs;
heartbeats in sync—souls on fire;
fingers entwined—souls enkindled;
a need so dire.
Coalesced; fire and ice together.
© Sohinee Dey
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Mellifluous I like
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Happy to hear that 😊
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🙂
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Hmm…..a beautiful composition Sohinee!
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Thank you 😁😁😊😇
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Always love when I learn a new word, it being mellifluous 🙂 Very hot poem!
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Thank you. I try to have a good wordplay! Thanks for passing by. 😇
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Good is certainly an understatement! And your welcome 🙂
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Brilliant words…
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Thank you! 🤗
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Amazing manipulation of words
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Thank you 😇
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This is verse that puts into words that which the sense are feeling. Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you so much for reading. 😇😊
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Hey, lovely writing! Thanks for the likes and the follow. 🙂
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Thank you so much! 😊
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Oooooh very sensual I like this very much so
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