Sometimes
I really wonder
what she is
like
Under those clothes
I mean with
no hiding
nor security
I always
imagine
a soft warmth
you know
a place where
guilt has no
place
But then I
realise
in this instance
there are
problems
of language
but still I
wonder
of
her warmth
you know
a place where
guilt has no
place
Like it, lots.
Thank you, liking it myself
I smiled after reading this then read it again. Nice
Glad you enjoyed my softer side
so did I Boomie π
π
Ian this is amazing by far the loveliest poem of yours that I have written. Deep feelings bubbling away under the surface
Thanks, yup that about sums it up for me π
really deep. Like it a lot!
Thank you glad you liked it
Reblogged this on shafiqah1 and commented:
Very nice, not humorous, just touching π