He was open to her needing,
He was open to her loving,
He liked to watch her sleeping
Just so he could watch her breathing.
He was open to her,
He was in love with her.
He loved the texture of her skin
Of her, he loved everything,
Loved the scent of her body,
He loved her more than anybody.
But he knew it was wrong
For although the connection was strong,
They both had someone else
So there was guilt at the love he felt.
He was open to her needing,
He was open to her loving,
He liked to watch her sleeping
Just so he could watch her breathing.
He was open to her
He was in love with her,
They both burned as if they twin flames
But as well as love, there was shame
And it could not be denied,
They saw it in each other’s eyes
And hated all the lies.
He was open to her needing,
He was open to her loving,
He liked to watch her sleeping
Just so he could watch her breathing.
He was open to her,
He was in love with her.
You write so beautifully.
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Thank you much appreciated
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You have a knack of resonating with the experience of others, probably because you went through it yourself. Thank you.
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I love this one 😌
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Cool. Much appreciated
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Beautiful poem!
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Thank you
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Wish I could sing- cos this would make a great song. Good 👍🏽
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Yeah I know what you mean:)
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