I am missing you, Fiona. 25th May 2016.


Of all the poetry.

Your softest touch
Takes shape;
It lingers with every second
That passes my eyes -
Building colours in my mind.
Your silken words
Creep quietly;
Of all the poetry
you have ever known.
Of all the love
you have ever shown.
And your warmth
Put there by your hand;
Keeps me with comfort
That sits beside me -
And it will never leave.




Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2016-05-25 at 23:29

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Kathy Lockhart
My Goodness, I'm sighing! How sweetly, romantically beautiful! so smooth and soft and warm like honey; its divine. dripping nectar of love. nothing better than this...
2016-05-28


shells
The love is evident here, beautifully so, sigh....
2016-05-26



Dam dude this would make anyone ready to do anything you want in bed
2016-05-26


Yanto
Love this

Of all the poetry, there is hopefully more to come from you.
2016-05-25