When I hold you,

You melt in my arms like snow in spring

Rivers of warmth course from your body, 

drowning my senses , 

blinding my eyes , 

like the piercing sun, gently washing me downstream in a flood of unconscious.


Precious moments , snatched, 

You draw the laughter from my lips

Like waters from the deep well

Fathomed by hands of angels


Head throne back , eyes closed 

Soaking the emotion,

Your hair falling through my fingers, like the sands of time,

Golden strands carpeting my hands.


Insatiable is my craving

Your lips are my saving

Your touch is my sight

My blind is your light.












◄ God please save us.

I- compass ►


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Pete (edbreathe)

Sun 22nd May 2022 17:27

I thought after all the anxt I was inspired to write something soft

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Stephen Gospage

Sun 22nd May 2022 07:54

This poem makes you feel alive, Pete. It takes the reader to a better place. Thanks.

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