Twilight Hours

By: Edgar Dark Season

Page 1, Pain, Anguish, Suffering, Longing, Frustrated, Sexuality

TWILIGHT HOURS

BY

EDGAR DARK SEASON

Cold hands and fires

Comfort by choice

I have no need to touch

You hold tight between

Squeezed together in need

Love;An expression of selfish pleasures

Affections from childhood true

Your breasts, Your lips

My body

Our age, Our loss

Bare to barren upon a heart sore

Keep me company

The saddest thing in the world is having nowhere to go

No one to hold

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