Little things.
I keep you
Soft and held
And stroke your down.
That you may lay your cheek
Upon my chest
And rest.
We while away the hours
In tender caress.
My little doves.
I pray these moments
have you left
Podged with comfort
and warm content.
Safe inside my love.
Heaven sent to me.
I had not known peace,
Until you both were in my arms.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 4:29 AM UTC
Little things.
I keep you
Soft and held
And stroke your down.
That you may lay your cheek
Upon my chest
And rest.
We while away the hours
In tender caress.
My little doves.
I pray these moments
have you left
Podged with comfort
and warm content.
Safe inside my love.
Heaven sent to me.
I had not known peace,
Until you both were in my arms.
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