Part of Me


The sun kissed my cheek, but it was your lips that touched me.

The breeze caressed my skin, but it was your arms that encircled me.

The scent of honeysuckle, is little compensation for the scent of your skin.

My eyes are closed, for your eyes are what I dream of.

I can feel your heartbeat under my finger tips, hear it in my head.

With me.  Within me.  You are a part of me.  Always.

About Penny Wilson Writes

Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She's had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years. Penny has written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com, and WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published on Ariel Chart, a monthly online Journal, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. She is currently working on her first novel. You can find more of her writings on her blog at: and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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