When night’s shadows beckon
Loneliness holds a wire whip
With an inward magical scar power
To keep the mind company
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Moon’s light turn taunt television
To show the beautiful moments of others’ passions
Shelving the worst dirts of coupling
Making ease turn tears
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Stars’ twinkles show the fantastic flutters
The heart misses
The cool breeze pinches out needy goosebumps
Which stir the pot of pleasure
Putting whips of passions at play
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Oh why does the travel seem long?
Night sure drags its feet
Its buttocks enjoying the taunter seat
Making sleeps’ heart burn
Oh how I yearn
To skip this learn
And flow with happy dreamers
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016
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