When the sun goes down

Poetry

VOICES OF THE LOST
2 min readSep 15, 2021

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Photo by Brian Lawson on Unsplash

When the sun goes down

She comes alive, a lioness from her den

Ready for the night and its wild games

Yet another trip to the world of seduction.

Burying yesterday’s wounds

Her perfumed hands searching for a cigar

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VOICES OF THE LOST

I am a LOOB — Lover Of Other Beings. I am also an aspiring poet. Poetry and Love for the other beings are deeply etched into my soul.