Midnight Love

by pwilson/cancer - Not entered

in the black nakedness of night
he holds me
and he smells sweet.

in the warm circle of arms
his heart beats
and i love him.

a furrow in his brow
then a smile
then my name-
love is a mental thing

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1995-11-30 13:54:31
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:41
Poem ID: 44605

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