I awake

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I awake during the night
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blondsubles
blondsubles
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I awake
 the room is still dark
 with the barest hints
 of the morning sun
 peeking through the window
 I feel your arm
 holding me against your body
 protecting me from the dark
 from the monsters
 that plague my mind
 fear, doubt, insecurity
 all held at bay
 by the aura of your love
 my heart swells for you
 you are my love
 my life
 your silken negligee
 caresses my bare skin
 as I snuggle against you
 I cannot see your face
 but I feel your smile
 your arm tightens
 holding me
 comforting me
 as I drift off asleep

blondsubles
blondsubles
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MigbirdMigbirdover 2 years ago

Could feel. You write well bit poetry and prose (and that should not surprise us). Thanks.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 6 years ago
I Awake Every Morning Feeling, LOVED!

Hallo Bree!

You should write more poetry, because "I awake" is a beautiful poem, and very well written,,, yes!

So it's 5-Stars, all the way! 😍

Gay Kat.

stroudlestroudlealmost 6 years ago
Beautiful 5 star poem

Your poem embodies the true meaning of love.

Just perfect , loved this .

Thank you

Jc

LinneaLundinLinneaLundinalmost 6 years ago
Lovely Feeling

Heart to heart; women in love. Thank you for sharing this.

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