The conclusion is nigh:
Poetry > Sleep.
Can Smells have warmth?
Am I allowed to blend sensation?
I sit here and, yes,
Sniff the blanket that my grandmother gave me,
And it smells like her cozy abode,
Endowed by mystical hide and seek memories.
I feel okay
I feel… Good.
......
Graceful and soft, touch of an angel
With skin like cotton, and sounds of heaven
Blankets curling, creasing, moans of pleasure
Divine is the moment, sensation is holy
Embodiment of amor, the two of us alone
I’m on my way, together we’re closing in
The night’s in climax, moon high in sky
Divine is the moment, sensation exploding
......
The conclusion is nigh:
Poetry > Sleep.
Can Smells have warmth?
Am I allowed to blend sensation?
I sit here and, yes,
Sniff the blanket that my grandmother gave me,
And it smells like her cozy abode,
Endowed by mystical hide and seek memories.
I feel okay
I feel… Good.
......
Graceful and soft, touch of an angel
With skin like cotton, and sounds of heaven
Blankets curling, creasing, moans of pleasure
Divine is the moment, sensation is holy
Embodiment of amor, the two of us alone
I’m on my way, together we’re closing in
The night’s in climax, moon high in sky
Divine is the moment, sensation exploding
......