Musings & Meditations


Posted in Writing by Pam Keesey on January 15, 2008

In the afterglow I curl up to you,
My face against your back,
My breath warm against my cheek.
I dream of quills, of india ink,
and etching words of love
deep into your soft, white skin.

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