He asks about my day
I smile, tell him it was okay
He said, tell me something to make me smile
I babble about nonsense for a while
He is stressed, I sense the tension in his words
I want to be the whiskey that soothes his nerves
I want to kiss his lips and warm his inside
I want his soul and mine to collide
I sit at his feet, humbled to be at his service
To calm him, to love him, to be his
I smile within when I know his tension is gone
I am his, at his feet is where I belong
That place is home where we belong…wonderful!
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Yes. Thank you.
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Lovely line: “I want his soul and mine to collide”.
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Thanks π
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Welcome π
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Reblogged this on The Migraine Chronicles and commented:
Nothing new to say.
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Thank you for reshareing. It’s quiet stunning. Beautifully written π
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Thank You so much for saying π
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Welcome, and I hope your having a good day/night
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