The Ramblings of one Partical-ular mind. Using words to create a cohesive whole of the universe. Poems and Foreign languages and mixed media.
Sunday, February 4, 2018
Lazy
Simply laying there
Hands running through my hair
Legs entangled
A nice pressure
The sun bestowing it's golden glow
Warm and cosy
The smell of leather and clean sheets
An unmade bed
Nowhere to go or be
Only here
With you and me
No comments:
Post a Comment