HAPPILY
Happily
Your caress is what I want. No. What I need to feel.
I’ve never felt passion so intense. Or desire so real.
I need to be wrapped. In your tender, loving embrace.
Your hand gently stroking. The side of my face.
I crave your smell. Your unique sexual scent.
I love how you listen. Whenever I vent.
The way you love me. Like no other.
In a way. That would never smother.
You’ll never know. What you now mean to me.
But I’ll spend the rest of my life. Showing you. Happily.
Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 4.22.2025

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