New years call
Its cold, its late, outside we wait.
For a balls fall and new years call.
An end years rain begins to strain
your sweet smile hun. Your Dressed for fun
not for reason. Prepped for season,
your despair shows me shoulders bare,
as I peel the warm skin from me.
Placing hide on shoulders with pride.
Leather shielding you from reeling.
Smiles back again. I sport a grin
The clock has rung new years begun.
A kiss from you starts all anew.
Copyright © Adam Hapworth | Year Posted 2013
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