Nuzzle Poem by jolenish fiber

Nuzzle



Burrow into me my dear,
snuzzle into the security of white sweat of the day's work.
Say nothing with words,
touch nothing, but everything to touch and be touched
with the reward of being apart.

Seeing no worth of time wasted together,
but smiling all the same.
We will spend and waste what houses we shall together,
won't we my dear?

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