Wayward Nights
Wayward nights drift off to dream
gone, attention hid past the sleep
oceans lift, internal waves unsettling
afloat, another restless midnight keeps
Place your skin against my arrival
held taught, where doubt makes way
let soft caresses command attention
until brought back unto a lighter day
Painted lines inside a crimson room
knowing not what the unknown shows
squeezing tight as the flower blooms
leaving footprints where tender flows
The euphoria of love can't be replicated
Lay down thine heart and be sedated
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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