💗Longing
M A Y B E
Nanda Regine
Maybe it was howHis eyes wereHer spotlightSolely focused... Desire specifiedHer silhouette equivalent to the nightA night filled with protesting instrumentsVoluminous tunesSlithering Her hips into harmonyMaybe it was a transcriptA secret note that onlyThe floor and Her heels will ever writeIt being a love letterWritten exclusively for Him becauseThere She wasOnly a pitch away andHis respirations proceeded to competeWith the drumsOr maybe it was Her hipsDraped in dangerous redA duplicate shade of Her lipsLips that rose upSolely focused... Desire specifiedTo seal the letter
— Nanda Regine
From “Inside Her Roses”