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BFlann May 2018
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
BFlann May 2018
With the rain thundering down
As I stroll back home from work
And although in this deluge, some would drown
I cannot stop smiling

With every moment as I wait
For sweet Mercury’s sound
Even if it seems to be over due and late
It always brings a smile to my face

Even as you enjoy time with friends
And look so stunning doing so
No matter what the lens
One picture, one text, one little mention
And that sweet uncontrollable
Involuntary
Naturally joyous smile
Is put back on my face

So wonderfully open
So brutally honest
Words can’t describe how refreshing that is
Laying all my worries and fears to rest
Because every time I see that face
Radiant and beautiful and unique and lush
I feel no want to slow this pace

As I beam, and blush
With the happiest smile across my face
BFlann May 2018
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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