Brisk air creeps into the bedroom
Cold fingertips caress me
Ever so gently
An ice chill that nips at my burning desire
Toe curling reactions
In response to the indispensable passion
Churning and burning within me
Light feathered motions across my hips
Airy kisses floating above my collarbone
What a transcendent experience
One given only to me by right
Your good mornings were always the best
Your hand on the curve of my back
A reassuring gesture that solidified my place
The space in our bed where I take refugee
My safe space
My own haven on this exponential plain
Let us press pause
Let our conjoined bodies stay in place
Let this memory etch itself deep into my brain
So when I leave your bed
I can remember our desire
Which once lit my fire
About the Creator
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