Come Hold Me
Come, hold me!
It's February, and there's a chill in the air.
I long to see your warm eyes, as you run your fingers
Through my Greek,jasmine flowered scented hair.
The sheets are fresh, the blankets,
Warm,soft and ready.
To envelop our nakedness
I'll massage your body, and you
Wantonly will do mine.
You know the rest!
Your Aphrodite, is all thine.
Not for once, but forever.
Panagiota Romios
2/18/2019
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