…because sometimes it’s just nice to have one’s belly rubbed. 🙂
Streams of raven clouds bend low
through a slice of crescent glow,
into guarded boughs below,
I run to your embrace.
Thickened dewdrops wet my skin
weigh upon breath’s waiting grin,
mesmerize my soul within,
I linger ‘neath your wings.
A song forlorn the sky reveals
a muted rhythmic secret sealed,
Heaven’s lament, abandoned zeal,
I kiss away your tears.
…from Samantha and PuppyDoc 🙂