The Beginning of Something

I am still at a loss for words as to how you’ve caused me such wonder

In such a little spell;

Maybe your feminine magic has been weaved so well,

That I fall into your arms and could indefinitely dwell;

Nestled in your wholesome bosom listening to the rhythm in your chest,

All day I could rest this way until the sun sets in the west, at our bodies behest.

Your chestnut curls adorn the bed and whorl the worries from my head;

There is a bond in fondness

And all I know is I am bloody fond of you.


© Jack Nugent

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