Comfort in You
Dying embers burnt so brightly last night,
The heat mimics your warmth against my skin.
Each nimble step to the loft turned me right,
Against the dim sheets lays the bottled gin.
Gliding across the room seeking your glow,
Calloused hands encircle around my waist.
Chapped lips against my head seek to follow,
Reminiscent of that alluring taste.
That gentle warmth erases all concern,
Comfort seeking solitude lays awake.
Fingers intertwined with a pleasant turn,
My heart settles into your hands to take.
Fire crackling soothes my sighs against your back,
Hearts beating together without a crack.
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