Full

The soft smell of your summer hair,
The distant silver moon,
A walk beside a starry sea
Along a sandy dune —

My arm around your curving waist,
As yours encircles me,
And I’m as full as any man
Could ever hope

To be

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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