The sun wasn’t shining,
but the air was warm, warm
& softly caressing,
like your fingers on my pale cheek
whenever you think I’m asleep.
The stars were like feathers;
soft to the touch
& oh so white;
within our grasp
above flat green treetops.
Velvet sky & your skin
so irradiating.
Leaves whispering,
entwined within my hair;
your fingers also there.
Eternal earth below;
everything a sweet, sublime show,
from the sparks in your eyes
to my thoughts you will never know
- Author: rebmasters ( Offline)
- Published: August 16th, 2021 01:39
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 36
Comments5
Beautiful loving words rebmasters.
Andy
Thank you very much ❤❤❤
steamy sensuality, expressed tastefully
nicely done, dear poet
really liked these lines
'The stars were like feathers;
soft to the touch
& oh so white;
within our grasp'
Thank you my dear 🖤
There's a lot of love and contentment within those lines today.
Ah if only I was contented! But there is no end to desire - that's the pleasure/pain of being human and in love I suppose 🙂🖤
A beautiful write Reb.
Thank you my dear ❤
Very lovely )
Thank you! I do seem to have gone a bit romantic with it, but that seems to have gone down well! xx
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