I want to feel soft
No cracks just smooth
I desire a touch so slick
I’m oily with an attitude
I want my silky ambition to slide through
So butter me up buttercup
In cold days…
I want you
I’m sweet and rarely bitter
Although I hold onto memories
I’m quick to forget
With an intimate hug
Or a breath stealing kiss
Only metaphors can dream of this
I bring the love in close
Then with a flick of the wrist
I dismiss
But I still reminisce on your fragrant smell
I may have forgotten the shape of your laughter
The head splitting reaction of your company
The morning after
But your truth brings day to the evening
Without a sun
And after all these years
Your still the only one
That can make me feel soft
Love always, Esha ❤
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