Waking next to you
Is as sweet as that first Spring rain, Gently tapping on the window sill.
I close my eyes
To soak up skin and stillness,
Until I start to burn
In bliss as bright as Summer, Endlessly unfurling.
Waking next to you
Is as sweet as that first Spring rain, Gently tapping on the window sill.
I close my eyes
To soak up skin and stillness,
Until I start to burn
In bliss as bright as Summer, Endlessly unfurling.
lovely
Sizzle sizzle…deliciously sensual poem, Chris!