Nighty-Night
It’s the time of year
When I like to sleep
With windows open
And clothes off
To feel the night heat
And cool breeze
That draws fresh sweat
And delicate shivers
It’s the time
When I close my eyes
Slip beneath the sheets
And think of you
Words: ©2021LCR
Image: CCO
It sounds like a bittersweet time time. Longing is rarely the best of bed-mates. Sigh...
ReplyDeleteAgreed. :)
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