Blankets and cuddles,
Warmth and chuckles.
Eyes like dreamy puddles,
make me forget all my troubles.
Soft caresses,
pushing back tresses.
We're rolling around,
but we can't make a sound!
The feeling of your hand in mine,
The streets are so quiet when it's closer to nine.
Lamp lit strips and sparkling water,
late night breeze and yet I'm still getting hotter.
These feelings are hard to explain, they always seem to warm me, even in rain. I don't know what I'm trying to say. I just know that I want them to stay.
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Poetica Vol. 02
PoetryI still find it hard to sleep, am I too hungry and need to eat? I lay here, tossing and turning. What is my heart yearning? I switch on the light and begin to write, perhaps words will put me to sleep tonight... [More original poems by me]
