It needs just a swift image
A memory of touch
Fragrances of feathery words
To reveal a blazing passion
It needs just a sweet promise
Of delirious nights and delights
An enticing scent of poetry
To set ablaze a raging fire
Seduction and passion
In a whirlwind of patience
A cascade of laughter
And silenced desires
As I dream hours after hours
For this day that will come
When our hands will touch again
My whole being awaits
In anticipation
Ambrozya
Napowrimo day 12