Submissions by wanderful

In the glowing light of half past nine
my lips release a gentle sigh
for you, my love, are miles apart
and we know we were asking for it from the start
I look up to the evenings most powerful source
and pray to a deity to enhance such a force
so that maybe the light that I'm feeling right now
would deliver the love that I'm sending somehow
and the wind that caresses softly against my neck
are your lips sending reminders to never forget
I pray that the lines I trace deeply into the sheets
send tingles up your spine as I send them to thee
and the...