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By Galadrial Date: 2012 Jul 16 Comment on this Work [[2012.07.16.17.24.31912]] |
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Not tepid, Not cold, More like that first breath Of April air, After a shut in Winter That rattled the panes And brought aches With every scratch. This is cool comfort, You to me No brain frozen delight, No fetch the sweaters moment, Just thee and me Wrapped in a minute No one else could deliver. The young will fuss Over marks and lines, Bemoaning their lost perfections, But I will be sassy nude with you, Boldly sagging and bagging, Knowing you love the imperfections As much as I love Your silvered treasures, And the deep lines that show When I give you forbidden delight As only we know how. |