I close my eyes
And see
A warm hand
Pulling me
Tugging me
Coaxing me
Gently
Until I become
A little less
I wake each day
And wait
To hear poetry
Swaying me
Connecting me
Perplexing me
Willing me
Sweetly
Until I become
A little more
Less mess
More hot
Take me
With you
Into this dream
Wake me
Beside you
Basque in this stream
Lay me
Naked
Feel my
Heat
Make me
A little less
Hopeless
A little more
Complete
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Author:
sylviasearcher (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Iām not very good at showing my vulnerable side you know... So be gentle... I was going to juxtaposition this poem with some wretched rocky tune but decided Iād complement it with something with a softer centre.
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Comments2
That warmth is a beautiful thing I hope you find it S
Great write with such a great flow
Thanks
Why thank you for your kindness š
Wouldn't it be great to find the one in your poem to reach estacy every day.
Your words speak well for you.
My words speak out but remain hushed.
Thank you for reading š
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