Author: Thomas De Moor

Kiss 0


The delicate delight of your lips gently trails my throat I relish the flavour of your passionate touch As we share our last moments Desperately I am as cold as my blue eyes But...

Wet Leaf 2

Sometimes, You and I

Sometimes, in the rainy days of autumn the wind whistles your name underneath the umbrella of my thoughts. You stick to my mind like a wet leaf on damp earth brought by cold and...