When you come say hello in the morning
and you hold me
and I smell you.
When you say my name aloud.
When you touch me
taking your sweet time
no rush
no hurry whatsoever.
After all, we have all the time in the world.
When you stare at me
inches from my face
and I feel a kiss is coming.
When we are in the same room
in silence
close by
or apart
and we know
we damn know
this is it.
When the day is over
and we have to go to sleep
but first, we share our bed
we share ourselves
and we know
without a doubt
just precisely how to do
what we want to do.
About the Creator
GB Rogut
Jack of all trades, mistress of poetry. Mexicana. Bi. Autistic. She/Her. You can support me on Patreon https://www.patreon.com/musingabout or visit my tree https://linktr.ee/GbRogut
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