Come Close My Love
Come close my love,
to touch your face,
wipe dry your tears for more.
For my flesh burns,
for soft of yours,
from tenderness to sore.
Togetherness and tightly wound,
feelings like no other.
Not ashamed,
but jealously,
covered from the others.
We are all we'll ever need,
intoxicatingly we smother.
Come close my love,
to touch your face,
in the silence of a lover.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
Copyright © Ken Bennight | Year Posted 2012
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