From the fresh sweet scent of cocoa beans where the palm trees dance and the ocean kisses my skin
Dominican republic
Where the roosters cluck at dawn and the smell of brewing coffee embraces your senses
My grandparents house
Where i lie looking up at doe brown eyes, sleeping soundly
In my lover’s arms
Grabbing my sheets , tugging and pulling, while you growl in your sleep
My pitbull
Laying on my couch lazily, reading a horror novel
In the comfort of my house
I long for home
To the place my soul rests and my spirit ignites
The peace and the stillness of time
The embrace of my grandparents and our ancestral homeland
The wet kisses of my elderly dog on my somber days
The embrace of a lost lover
My home
Where i belong
About the Creator
Leslie Frias
My name is Leslie. I have been writting since I was in elementary school, and have always been afraid to show my work to others. I hope to share myself on this platform with like minded individuals. Thank you for providing a safe space.
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