Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Stubble.




I love the stubble of your beard,
On my skin,
As you hold me close.
You whisper that you love me,
You tell me you want me,
Can I be yours forever?
You make me smile like you wouldn't believe.
I cuddle in closer.
I feel the prickles,
I feel your slow breath,
I feel your arm begining to drop.
And it feels like home,
Like everything I've ever wanted,
Everything I've ever needed.

2 comments:

  1. Wow. This is such a beautiful poem.
    You've captured so much feeling and so much love in a simple little moment.

    Bravo. :)

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  2. I totally agree with heartsandtruths.
    WOW!! Thanks for sharing! =)

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