Your Pusha


How many nights


The sent of flowers envelopes me as I clutch ur pillow
My fragrance has not left since the last time I was here
How many nights has it been

I smile picturing you smelling the pillow in my absence
I turn to hold you as you sleep and listen to your heavy breathing 
How many nights has it been

Your skin feels so good in my arms and I am home
I have missed the touch of your hand and the feel of your lips
How many nights has it been 

Two bodies entangled in sweat in passion in love
Too long has passed since I've felt like this 
How many nights has it been

How many nights has it been
A day a week a month it doesn't matter now that I'm with u
Time stands still and we are all alone we are one

Submitted: Wednesday, May 16, 2012
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