Monday, March 30, 2015

I love the way you moan my name
And the game we play
When you stay
With me
Fingers curling around the sheets
As rain pours
In the streets
And wind whispers through the windows
Shadows dancing on the walls
Your hair falls
Around you like a veil
Your body
Frail
In my arms
My strength is my weakness
And you hold me tighter in your heart
Than my embrace ever could
I know I'll get lost there
And where else should I be
But me
With you
And you
With me

P.Frias

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