Under the stars, the grass is cool against my fevered skin.
You are in silhouette, but I know your breath as it warms me.
The fireflies dance, as if in celebration.
The breezes carry your scent to me.
I’m intoxicated by the night.
If in a dream, let me slumber.
I do not wish the daylight to intrude.
Go ahead, make my day. :) Share, push a button or two!
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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. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society and a member of All Poetry .com Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 by Z Publishing. She is currently working on her first novel. You can find more of her writings on her blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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Thank you for the reblog!
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Beautiful, Penny! Glad I found you on Jessica Bakker’s blog 🙂
Jo-Ann
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Thank you! And thank you for the follow! Your Blog looks like a lot of fun. I look forward to seeing more of your work!
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Thank you Penny! Thank you for following me as well! I’m glad I found you!
Jo-Ann
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