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In the dead of night Apart but awake You working, me waiting Avoiding a sleep, I did not want to take Conversation so rich and open Startling so, so early on Every text, every secret, every want, every fear Laid bare on a screen, before the rising sun And rise it did, but I shot my shot And reply in kind you did indeed After spending the night caring for others Here you for, doing it for me Sleeping through the morning hours I hold you close, locked tight in kind The scent of a rose garden, drenched in the sun Small and secluded, private and peaceful A single tree, providing shade And that luscious smell, irresistible and easeful Awake we did, a few hours later And we lay there for more, before I could wait no more Locked in a kiss neither wished to break Hands moving, bodies swaying, why did I wait before So naturally we moved Like we’d known each for years Confidence you exuded But no arrogance to be feared A long night A wonderful morning An afternoon to remember Our next time is calling
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
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In the dead of night Apart but awake You working, me waiting Avoiding a sleep, I did not want to take Conversation so rich and open Startling so, so early on Every text, every secret, every want, every fear Laid bare on a screen, before the rising sun And rise it did, but I shot my shot And reply in kind you did indeed After spending the night caring for others Here you for, doing it for me Sleeping through the morning hours I hold you close, locked tight in kind The scent of a rose garden, drenched in the sun Small and secluded, private and peaceful A single tree, providing shade And that luscious smell, irresistible and easeful Awake we did, a few hours later And we lay there for more, before I could wait no more Locked in a kiss neither wished to break Hands moving, bodies swaying, why did I wait before So naturally we moved Like we’d known each for years Confidence you exuded But no arrogance to be feared A long night A wonderful morning An afternoon to remember Our next time is calling
#love#new#hold#cwtch#sweet#smell#sensual
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BT_Flann
22/M/Swansea
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
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