a/n:
Though not exceptionally graphic,
this poem is an adult moment
between a married couple.
Skip it if you aren't CERTAIN
you are ready for that!
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SplashingWaves
OfCrimsonEmotion
SwirlIntoWhiteHotPassion
ExplodingIntoSpiritualExtacy
and then,
for a few,
fleeting moments,
there is only us...
and here...
and now...
a few moments when time
STOPS.
skips a beat.
skips a beat.
Empty mind...
Full heart...
Head on shoulder...
Breath on neck...
Arm on chest...
Contented smile...
Nothing but a thin sheet,
and tiny gold shields
on our intertwining left hands
to protect us
from the chilling world.
Your cute little
humming mumbles
of sleepy pleasure
as I slowly run my hand
through your damp hair.
Your whole body
shivers tightly into itself,
expelling a deep breath into my neck
when my fingertips
glide behind your ear,
though only once,
for that wasn't my intent.
Remembering the sweet taste
of lemonade on your lips,
and the salt
of your skin.
The vanilla scent of your hair
mingles
with the earthy scent
of perspiration
and fresh cut grass.
As sleep gently drifts over us
like the careless blanket
of cottonwood fluff settling outside
in the warm sunshine,
peaceful, familiar questions
float gently around in my mind that
SCARE THE HELL OUT OF ME!
Are we really ready...
to become our parents...?
Can we give her all she deserves?
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