BOY.GIRL

When its late and i am the last one awake
I creep into their rooms and snuggle in their beds for a kiss.
Ransoms and luxury from kings
i cannot trade for soft skin and curls.
In the slience they sleep.
Little lambs,
Little angels.
This image i forever shall keep.
God’s knows i am not a saint
neither am i a good mother,
But my charges rest assure that they will dream sweet
and rest in peace in these arms that shield.
The night toils on and its my turn to retreat to bed.
I take with me the sweet fragrance of their childhood and full love.
Unwaving comfort of my youth well spent.
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Shhhhhh

The way your lips part as you reach up to taste mine.
My damp skin and yours.
The way you put me closer
and glasp my hair with just enough strength.
I gladly surrender to it all
in a swift thunderous roar,
and the gushing of
waterfalls.

Le Cinema

Being with you
makes the days without you worth more.
No one can truly understand the power you have over this.
Being with you
gives me wings in more was than one,
you make me sing.
It is as sweet as i want
and pretend it to be.

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