I Long For Evening

I long for evening’s soft surcease,

For silken hands upon my skin,

To stop and rest my weary head

Inside some wayside inn

 

And feel you there, within the night,

Your scent, your perfume on the air –

I long for evening, soft and sweet,

Instead of miles, loaded down

With care

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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