Pumpkin Field


Remember that pumpkin field
under the harvest moon
where we lay in the coolness of the night?

A beatle crawled around my ankle
while your fingers gliding between my longing
landed in a fire
ignited by our stardust kisses.

The shallow field matched our breaths.
The rough skin of the pumpkin fruits
reminded me of your raw passion
overcame the smoothness of my skin.

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Cassa Bassa

πŸ‡¦πŸ‡ΊπŸ‡¨πŸ‡³ inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfitΒ child 😊

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