Stolen Moments
Buried
Beneath his full attention,
I get lost in his gaze—
a soft, gentle haze,
it is true perfection.
I curl up beside him,
my favourite place to be,
a cocoon of safety in his arms,
as if he were made for me.
These stolen moments,
his intoxicating scent.
How did I find myself here,
where our secret love affair went?
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Copyright © ElizabethRose Wilkin | Year Posted 2017
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