unkyjar

Now that I'm back from Boston, time for more poetry from the book. (grin)

(Journal page 16)

These are the things I seek:

My sweet love's salty kiss,
her gentle touch upon my face,
loving to snuggle against the cold.
Eyes which yearn to gaze,
Lips that ache to laugh,
A heartfelt goodnight.

This is what I ask.