Hey everyone, I’m not a poet by any means, but I was feeling inspired, so I thought I’d switch it up.
Sweet kisses on the neck,
The fresh scent of rainfall on dry soil,
a warm hug.
the sound of beautiful melodies
that speak to my
joy in the hearts of children at the start of summer,
soft touch of hands
around my waist.
He is sunrise.
I am sunset.
He is a
wonder in my world.
A world within my fantasies.
He is not real, but
ready, worthy, and able
to let real love enter my life.
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