reel of memories

Beware the tender trap and wrapped my heart around your little finger. I’m going back someday, come what may. Desire’s hunger is the fire I breathe and chairs were smashed in two. Love together, always forever, tell the story. Morning glory all about the serpentine flower. We live in a time when meaning comes together warm by the fire, thinking about her, watching her walk away, the grind within my mind, the words ringing like a song I’d long forgotten suddenly brought to mind, unwinding the reel of memories packed within an easy progression of notes.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

About Lord Malinov

Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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