The inside

The inside is where I want to be,
Inside where its warm and wet,
Haven so safe and secure,
A cure to my longings,
That nest is solely hers,
Where its warm and wet.

Rushing home from cold outside,
To inside where its warm and wet,
She accomodates this I know,
A haven so safe and never same,
Only inside I rush and dream of.

For short occasions,
Or remaining rest of the night,
I visit
I gladly indulge whenever she asks,
Its where its warm and wet,
Her inside.

ìsmail’s ♥ poetry works♥

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