When Night FallsA Poem by S. EliceThe most vivid memory I have from one of my tragic love stories.Hands wanting to rove higher than my legs. Lips wanting to lean in and claim me. Secrets that we must keep, in order to continue our lover's embrace. Sunlight, hours away, waiting to pounce and expose us. A swaying hammock, not by a breeze, but by our shaking to restrain ourselves. Who knows what else happens when night falls.
© 2017 S. EliceAuthor's Note
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Added on December 28, 2017 Last Updated on December 28, 2017 AuthorS. EliceMIAboutHi, my name is Susan Elice and since my life got flipped upside-down I have used writing to get it straight again. I love nature and a good story as well as the next person but I am mostly trying to .. more..Writing
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