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Ode to Bed
by Tiffany McCreight In Spice Laden lands you enveloped blood stained soldiers in comfort---Sanctuary! For all, no matter the sin. To lie upon your goose feathered cloud…ahh rest for the sojourner, therapist for the sick. Consistent lover, you bend to my every whim. Comfort in the midnight hour, you soothe me during the heat of the day. Friend and confidant, secretes whispered in the pre-dawn morning never leave your confidence. Kitanda Lit Vuode Bed. Good or bad you are the period to the end of my day. Candles lit radiating the fragrant smell of jasmine and sandal wood. Dark din of peace from a day of useless busyness… I quietly dress in the garb of ceremony, gingerly pulling back the covers, I sink into you, and you into me. As you embrace me with your warmth I drift off into other worlds, knowing that you are here and that I am safe. Worship. Calm steady breathing. I am a willing sacrifice. |
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