An attempt at poetry from last night. Trying to get back into it and work more on my writing. Comments and criticism are welcome.
The warmth of your skin
As it brushes against mine.
The happy hum you make
When my cheek rests against your back.
Nothing else reminds me I’m home
Not a step though the door
Or a place to set my things.
Only the privilege of crawling in this bed
And embracing your body with mine.