Wednesday, August 26, 2015


Lay me down inside your warm skin cradle
Rock me back and forth 
Slow at first
Soothe me with your Pinot breath
Hot against the arch of my back
Crumpled, wrapped 
My dappled room
The shadows and caves we make together
Smell of sweat and well-worn leather
Come my lover
Let me hover
Oh this love 
You cannot smother

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