The Little Things

I never tire from...

The Little Things
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When it comes to life’s little pleasures,

some are more extravagant than others;

Perhaps exotic in pursuit and sporadic in measure-

Such are pleasures that others might treasure.

As for a creature of habit, routine

And a habitual homebody like me,

All I need to make each new day a dazzling dream are

The rousing constants inhabiting my daily scheme.

Be that the searing beads of serenity

Saturating my weary bones so splendidly...

Or the musky aroma of a steadfast summer rain

Seeping through the dodgy, decrepit window pane….

The rain… oh the rain, I shall most enjoy…

Although not by myself, but with a favored boy.

His hands- well they will softly stroke my shy, satin skin

And soon- my cheek brushes against his brisk, bristled chin.

This is a most treasured and dear time

For this pulsating body and beating heart of mine.

For next, our lips once again align- an act I never

Tire from- for it’s always as succulent as the first time.

These and more are the sparks in my soul-

The flicker of hope on days most dark and dull.

Life’s little indulgences are nothing short of inspired,

For in the end, they are what ignite the internal fire.

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Heather Lee
Heather Lee
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Heather Lee

The name is Heather, but I answer to anything ~ adventurous spirit ~ <3 the outdoors (just never ask me to kill a spider) ~ trying to find myself while trying to find love ~ animal lover ~ hopeless romantic ~ broke af twenty six year old

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