As You Lay Behind Me

May 23, 2012
Silence makes the heart grow fonder,
Creating thoughts that need no launder.
Pure is the warm touch of the man
That in the stillness always lands
Between her fingers, yet gripping the heart.
The quiet leaves the thoughts to part,
But steady is the mind that feels
His caress, so soft, but yet so real.

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