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Your love Is a blanket that wraps me And tucks and folds away Any aches in my body; I rest my hands On a cup of tea And shudder from the cold that is Extinguished by your touch. I relax, as heart beats play A rhythm of warmth Carried by the sound of Your breath That flutters like hummingbird wings, Buzzes like A bee hovering over a flower which sways With the morning breeze. Pollen tickles my ears, nose, neck The gold brushing against My skin Ablaze with a fire From your eyes; They lure me into a desert oasis of shade, Pools of sweat refresh me. I melt in your arms Your hands They draw away the curtains to reveal an orange sky. For every season, Nothing changes.
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
For Every Season
Your love Is a blanket that wraps me And tucks and folds away Any aches in my body; I rest my hands On a cup of tea And shudder from the cold that is Extinguished by your touch. I relax, as heart beats play A rhythm of warmth Carried by the sound of Your breath That flutters like hummingbird wings, Buzzes like A bee hovering over a flower which sways With the morning breeze. Pollen tickles my ears, nose, neck The gold brushing against My skin Ablaze with a fire From your eyes; They lure me into a desert oasis of shade, Pools of sweat refresh me. I melt in your arms Your hands They draw away the curtains to reveal an orange sky. For every season, Nothing changes.
sillysunfish
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Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
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