“So Close”

Peevish little thing.

Touch that seeps through

Wrapping softly you

Slowly, through and through.

Wind that blows your hair

Chills that are in air

That hot pent-up stare

Smile that seem to care

That’s a bold old dare.

Leashed nightmare

Your warmth – up close

Lips soft and rose.

Voice reading prose

The shivers rose

Tongues tied, and those

Who said that love is high

Could blissfully die.

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