Happiness

by Heather Williams - Libra

I came to say goodbye
You tell me to meet you in the produce room
I sit on top of the table in the dark
Waiting for your beautiful face to appear
The doors creak open and you appear
You stand in between my legs
You kiss my neck in between words
Talking about everyday things
Rubbing your hands
Up and down my back
I realize that this is happiness

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2001-05-13 22:20:38
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:44:21
Poem ID: 62813

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