PromiseA Poem by JRI would read you poetry in bed, as I’ve promised you could rest you head so softly, let the dark hair spread across my chest we’d drink coffee laced with Baileys and cloud the room with our conversation, no worries of miles between us, viruses, or disease just this moment where time holds its water a desire, an urge to please a prelude to when you would turn to me and I would take you. © 2020 JR |
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Added on May 17, 2020 Last Updated on May 17, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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