My head is pounding knowing
I have to leave your bed.
Peeking my foot outside the blanket,
the cold air sends a burning sensation through my leg.
Grabbing your arm to move it,
I'm distracted by how warm you are.
I think to myself
five
more
minutes.
Then you mumble sleepily
that you love me.
I can’t leave.
My mind enters pure bliss.
I turn to kiss you,
Blood rushing to my face, heart beating faster,
I should of left already.
I love you too.
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Author:
lesliemorann (
Offline) - Published: December 15th, 2016 03:01
- Category: Love
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Comments2
WELCOME LESLIE ~ Thank for your great first poem. We all hate MONDAYS and especially the need to be in the Office or the Workshop through the rush~hour traffic ! But more especially leaving our lover still warm & snug in our love nest. Thanks for sharing. Please check my poems ~ BRIAN
Awesome write
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