Closeness
In our slumber embrace
you talk in my sleep
I sleep in your talk
Does my furure lie in your words?
Do my thoughts tell our fortune?
I call it mystic 'cause you're
treasures are true, giving way
To my pleasured senses in you.
Leave me at loves point break to
Gather our tenses
Leaving our notions to
Travel the inner notions
To a love supreme,
Signed, Sealed, Delivered.
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2022
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