Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2013
Time is not a concept
when I am wrapped up in you,
comfortably enclosed in your warmth;
my face buried in your chest,
the smell of sandalwood
creeping up my nostrils,
the music of your breathing
filling my ears.
Dani Hill
Written by
Dani Hill  California
   Chuck and BarelyABard
Please log in to view and add comments on poems