Tuesday, 31 December 2024

 The blanket had slipped

So I covered you

With my midnight tresses


You were sleeping in a fetal position

So I cradled you

With my warmth


The moon shied amongst the clouds

Watching us from the drifting curtains

I pulled you towards me

And enveloped you

In my feminine fragrance.

©LR








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