Exhausted, I accept her gentle embrace.
With her unwrinkled skin,
She caresses my face, soft and expectant,
Like a zephyr on a sultry day.
She has been waiting for me,
Just as I have been waiting for her.
The long, tiring day seems a distant memory while I am in her clutches.
Soon she pulls me in close,
Enveloping me in her warm hug.
I breath in her modest, yet refreshing scent
And relish in the comfort that comes with it.
Soon, my world will be filled with the dispassionate aroma of sleep,
But first,
I must rest my weary head and release my demons.
She begins my night simply,
With a compassionate cuddle and a forgiving cradle.
Where I go from there is unknown,
But there is no better start than in her hands.
1 comment:
Be honest. You just wanted to use 'Zephyr' in a poem, didn't you?
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