[ This Room ]

This room where we both lay.  Bodies become one.
Your body fills up all the edges here.
Your curves fill up every corner of my mind.
No space is protected.

I’m longing for you edges; longing for your touch.
Rays of lights touch your presence.
Light lines of sun grace your skin.
You fill up this room with your essence.

Call me back to you.
I miss the caress of your soul filling this place.
This room holds your lines
And your curves,
And your edges.
But it cannot contain you.

My Love in This Room —- Serina Loraine

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