Vetements de Nuit
I am warmest when I am wrapped in you
I recall the whispered dreams we share,
curled so close together we take the space of one.
Your whispers will always be,
the beat to which I set my rhythm.
I sigh as I melt into your soft embrace,
the feel of you on my skin,
makes me never want to leave our home.
Stepping in from the blizzard outside,
I can hear your whispers calling me.
Quiet rustles mark the sound,
as I shed my clothes,
and fall into you
This poem is about:
Me
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