Father and Friend
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Let him be loved. Let her be known. Let them find a joy, To share with all Drawn from Sychar’s well.
By Archery Owl 12 days ago in Poets
Kissing you deeply, I trace the gentleness of your face, And map the warmth of your chest, Lingering on the sculpted strength you hide so shyly.
I love the feel of warm coffee on my lips Like warm kisses first thing in the morning It reminds me of waking up with you
I am standing at the edge of a room, or maybe a life, unsure if I should turn on the overhead lights or just retreat into the familiar dark.
By Archery Owl 13 days ago in Poets
