Here in your arms
In which we spoon,
Taking in your scent
It will be over soon.
I feel your breath
Blanket my ear,
Taking in the moment
Before it disappears.
The warmth you share
With a passionate heart,
Sheltering me in love
It’s a piece of art.
Time is precious
When we’re together,
I just wish these moments
Would last forever.


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16 Responses to Spooning

  1. mihrank says:

    you have a elegance imagination – wow:)

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Coyote from Orion says:

    It’s Sunday. Steaming hot. I’m a fighter not a lover and I don’t drink or poison myself. The waitress has a Joy Division Unknown Pleasures t shirt on and has no idea who Peter Hook is or why some of us are still being paid for our last blue Monday.
    Closest thing to a spoon for me today will be picking up a guitar and summoning Howling Wolf or Muddy Waters.
    The cat is a torty. Imperious and independent. No cuddles

    Liked by 1 person

  3. grumpygorman says:

    You are a romantic to your dark core. 😉

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Rajiv says:

    Ah, Milady, you have been having tea!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Coyote from Orion says:

    Maybe you’re so awesome that some of us always want you to be unattainable whilst we pour our hearts toward you… you’re so cool as to give meaning to many in your kingdom

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Make it last just a bit longer

    Liked by 1 person

  7. emotionsoflife2016 says:

    Beautiful, nothing more to say


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