Your Bed
I kissed your face, a warm embrace, you led me to your bed.
No words were needed, our doubts unheeded, our destiny you said.
How long I dreamed, how long I schemed, just thinking of this minute,
Your loving bed, where you rest your head, and now I'm lying in it.
Copyright © Philip Mygatt | Year Posted 2020
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