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bring only
listening...
she is...
preparing...
the door,
closes.
the shower,
runs.
the moan,
groans.
faint.
sweet.
the door,
opens.
the world,
awaits.
the rain,
falls.
capturing.
reminding.
the molecules,
mist.
the face,
captures.
the mind,
grasps.
evading.
ever so remembering.
her day through the door
blowing back on me
her scent
floral, citrus, the earth
flowing from her sway
so starts the day.
mundane
do the minutes go.
time so.
it passes...
vintage.
such a word,
how it provokes
how it stirs,
wishing upon the day...
momentary hush,
the squeak,
the hinge...
the binding...
lust.
would you come unto me?
would you bring your day?
bring unto me,
but bring only your scent
when we lay.
she is...
preparing...
the door,
closes.
the shower,
runs.
the moan,
groans.
faint.
sweet.
the door,
opens.
the world,
awaits.
the rain,
falls.
capturing.
reminding.
the molecules,
mist.
the face,
captures.
the mind,
grasps.
evading.
ever so remembering.
her day through the door
blowing back on me
her scent
floral, citrus, the earth
flowing from her sway
so starts the day.
mundane
do the minutes go.
time so.
it passes...
vintage.
such a word,
how it provokes
how it stirs,
wishing upon the day...
momentary hush,
the squeak,
the hinge...
the binding...
lust.
would you come unto me?
would you bring your day?
bring unto me,
but bring only your scent
when we lay.
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