Come close my love,
to touch your face,
wipe dry your tears for more.
For my flesh burns,
for soft of yours,
from tenderness to sore.
Togetherness and tightly wound,
feelings like no other.
Not ashamed,
but jealously,
covered from the others.
We are all we'll ever need,
intoxicatingly we smother.
Come close my love,
to touch your face,
in the silence of a lover.
You have crafted a fine poem of love Saint, capturing and delightful to read! *10*! Best regards, Friend Thad
a read soothening to mind...good well worded poem, Saint...10
wow great love is expressed yeah close, close more to heart o love eternally be closed
Very beautiful and fascinating :) Thanks for your comment on my poem
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I would like to translate this poem
I love this one man added to me fav's always Becca