Blanket

I don’t tell you enough how much you mean to me.

Your love is like that soft, faded, favorite blanket

I know will be resting on my bed

Waiting to wrap me in a tender, true warmth

That I have come to see only grows with age.

I don’t tell you enough how much I trust you.

Your presence, your sense,

Draws me into a steady essence

That grows deeper each day

And which I rest upon to feel safe.

I don’t tell you enough how much I love you.

Your passion ignites an ardor

Between those sheets that can only be reached

Through the security, yearning, and hope for a another day

Where we can again wrap ourselves in that blanket

And take pleasure in how we lay our bodies down as one.

–Written by Sandy Heights

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

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