by ladyjewelDurban, KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa
Jun 2013 432 Views 3 comments
Place of comfort.
Wanders into His bedroom and breaths deep of him,
Climbs onto his bed curling around his pillow,
My cheek on the cool cotton,
the sent of his aftershave lingers.
Drifts off to sleep,
The last thing I remember
feeling is his hand,
Gently stroking my hair
and the weight of his body
as he climbs in beside me,
his arms closing around me
and i am home.
And tomorrow can wait.
Climbs onto his bed curling around his pillow,
My cheek on the cool cotton,
the sent of his aftershave lingers.
Drifts off to sleep,
The last thing I remember
feeling is his hand,
Gently stroking my hair
and the weight of his body
as he climbs in beside me,
his arms closing around me
and i am home.
And tomorrow can wait.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2013
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Where I go to rest, in my Mans arms.Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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Comments (3)
Lol its nice to see another one feeling like i do
Sweet John thank you for commenting i value your comments