This is when I want to go back
To the sounds of the night
Your touch, holding me tight
Wrapped in your heat, your wondrous smile
You provided shelter, a comfort so vital
Can we go back, to that place in the pines
The breath between us, nothing more, nothing less
I wonder if it's possible, to lie there undressed
Is it the night or the dew in the air
What causes this peace, so fresh but unclear
I want your touch, your cradling hands
Spin me closer, lay me down on this land
Give me shelter, away from it all
Are you ready to admit it, admit it and fall?
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Rhonda Raisor
I write, because I must. I breathe, because I can. I love, because I am.
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