I feel your presence as I sleep,
Lying behind me,
Cuddling me!
I know better than to turn,
To meet with your ghostly feat!
I feel your kisses on my lips,
Your breath on my ear,
My cheeks,
And I do kiss your ghostly eyes!
Closed for my kiss!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Nothing feels like you
Poem by Marc Aupiais
Dad; Husband; Christian (Catholic); Irish. — News; Business; History; Civilizations; The Western World; Speech; Culture; Law. (Pronounced: Aw-Pea-Air.)
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