Georgia Potter

Out of Sight

13 April 2010 / No Comments / Leave a Comment

My body heaves, hot and heavy into tonight.
Lingering on the lips of last week’s end, I imagine myself with you.
With the wilderness whispering at our side, you and I escape.
And like two hot lights we spark, we smoulder, out of sight.

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