The embrace…
The embrace…
You allow me to fall softly into your arms.
I smell the softness of perfume in your skin of the spring flowers.
We do not speak words.
The feel of your face against my face.
The feel of your embrace steal me away to
where I need and want to be.
Coyote/John Castellenas
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, my friend.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautifully and romantically penned, John!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you dear Cherie. I appreciate the comment.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re very welcome. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person