There’s no place I’d rather be
Snow covered windows with a heavy breeze
Fire crackling at our feet
Fit snugly in your arms
Tracing my finger over your palms
Nothing is quite as calm
Our little haven we created
Something to be appreciated
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
There’s no place I’d rather be
Snow covered windows with a heavy breeze
Fire crackling at our feet
Fit snugly in your arms
Tracing my finger over your palms
Nothing is quite as calm
Our little haven we created
Something to be appreciated
Mmmmmm. I love the intimacy the tracing brings. A small movement matching the space and time. Luscious. Thank you.