Simply snuggling down gives birth to wishful thinking.
This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I'm snuggling down Into bed... I'm Alone Again. I think of you In the velvet blue sky of night Deep with diamonds Lacing, twisting, turning, sparkling, Weaving songs throughout my dreams... Night jasmine fragrances that air; Honeysuckle remnants slowly fall upon the ground To rise again...Read On