"As Torrid As The Sun"

A night so deep into the passion

intoxicating as the night is long,

only to taste the nectar of the song.

Pink as the petals of spring time

glistening with each kiss of the tongue,

writhing upon a bed of silk heaven

legs to the burning of the sun,

now the white rivers torridly run. . . .

Timothy Michael DiVito c2019

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