Stolen Moments
Buried,
Beneath his full attention,
I got lost in his gaze,
It is true perfection,
A soft and gentle haze.
I curled up beside him,
My favorite place to be,
Cocoon of safety within his arms,
He was only meant for me.
These stolen moments,
His intoxicating smell,
How did I find myself here?
Our secret love affair, dwells.
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Copyright © Elizabeth Wilkin | Year Posted 2017
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