Poem

Brush and Soft Skin

I want to run my fingertips
Along the edges of your soul
To quiet your mind
That won’t stop turning
Brush my lips over soft skin
Of your throat
To breath in the scent
That had me utterly enticed
To feel you relax
Against my side
And let the worries
Slide of you with every next breath

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Poem

In The Twilight

Tired I fall into bed
Empty with a hunger for you
To just settle in your arms
And let the world drop away
From my thoughts
With the inhale of your scent
Comes the peace I need
Find me in the twilight

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