Words unneeded.
Touch, speaks.
Arms pull me
to safety.
Your heartbeat
under my ear,
I am home.
Lost in
bliss.
A world of
our making.
Our world.
Our home.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
*Day 4 of my Post-A-Day 🙂
Words unneeded.
Touch, speaks.
Arms pull me
to safety.
Your heartbeat
under my ear,
I am home.
Lost in
bliss.
A world of
our making.
Our world.
Our home.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
*Day 4 of my Post-A-Day 🙂
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Thanks Walt! ❤
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You’re welcome 🙂
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So romantic, Penny.
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come read this romantic post on what make – “Home”! Please explore Penny’s Archive.
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Thank you so very much for the reblog Chuck. ❤ ❤
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Thank you! ❤
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Beautiful, Penny. 🙂
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Thank you!
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