Writings

her kiss
sweeter
than the morning light
after a cold, dark and dreary storm

her arms
stronger
than the monsters grip
and any negative thought, my foolish brain can form

her eyes
falling
into the depths of her
my heart whole, complete and wanting more

her love
alive
pulsing through my veins
bringing life, sustenance and laughter
to my very soul

thankful
i be
for her
loving
me


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