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As the basking warmth of the sun Comes cascading through the blinds It finds itself cast on still, rested souls Serene and calm, no rest disturbed Cwtch, a word from a wondrous place An intimate moment, two’s safest space To hold, and be held Seldom seen, but always shared She rolled over and pulled me close Her hand on my chest, my heart rate rose This feeling was always undersold So hard to find, or so I’m told That same warming sun Now shimmering through her hair That cute messy bun No makeup, I do not care Now she wakes and opens her eyes A greyish blue With a sparkling hue They look back into mine Transfixed, I smile I say something nice It’s probably too much But I don’t think twice The hours roll by No need to move I wait for my moment Overthinking it through Reciprocated in kind Why did I wait so long? Missing every **** sign But now there’s no wrong Two souls entwined Not urgent, not laboured Just passion savoured Nothing fancy, nothing forced Ain’t lost in the sauce Soft and sweet Enjoyed to the end At some point I must go Another day Another time We’ll be back there again Cwtching till the light Comes back through the blinds
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
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As the basking warmth of the sun Comes cascading through the blinds It finds itself cast on still, rested souls Serene and calm, no rest disturbed Cwtch, a word from a wondrous place An intimate moment, two’s safest space To hold, and be held Seldom seen, but always shared She rolled over and pulled me close Her hand on my chest, my heart rate rose This feeling was always undersold So hard to find, or so I’m told That same warming sun Now shimmering through her hair That cute messy bun No makeup, I do not care Now she wakes and opens her eyes A greyish blue With a sparkling hue They look back into mine Transfixed, I smile I say something nice It’s probably too much But I don’t think twice The hours roll by No need to move I wait for my moment Overthinking it through Reciprocated in kind Why did I wait so long? Missing every **** sign But now there’s no wrong Two souls entwined Not urgent, not laboured Just passion savoured Nothing fancy, nothing forced Ain’t lost in the sauce Soft and sweet Enjoyed to the end At some point I must go Another day Another time We’ll be back there again Cwtching till the light Comes back through the blinds
#love#cwtch#cuddle#sun#hold#safe
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BT_Flann
22/M/Swansea
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
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