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Fortunate Few
by Melissa Arel
The warmth of your body radiates next to me;
The scent of you is an intoxication to my senses,
The indentation of your limbs is still fresh
On the sheets from where you lay.
Your voice whispers in my ear, sweet and unassuming
The grazing of your fingers sends rolling shivers over my skin,
A smile spreads across your face in amusement
As our laugh tumbles into the pillows.
You are poetry to my soul and a salve to my spirit,
One of the fortunate few are we
To have found love and to love one another.
08/06/2009 Posted on 08/06/2009
Copyright © 2024 Melissa Arel
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/06/09 at 04:42 PM Ahh, this is so beautiful. I enjoyed every word. Thanks for sharing this very well done piece of poetics. I loved it, being a romantic at heart myself. :) |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/06/09 at 05:20 PM May you always have this feeling. Thanks for sharing it. |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 08/06/09 at 06:28 PM Beautiful, tactillian poetry, and many find each there are few find real love in the meeting....Nice. Thanks. |
| Posted by Christel Crews on 08/09/09 at 05:03 PM such wonderful imagery here! you are a fortunate few! and yes, true love does last :-) thank you for the reminder |
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