cmere

how could I ever 

question our love

when it's so clear

that my arms

were made 

to hold you. 

Return to you

From 9000 miles away

I'm rushed back into your arms

Your gentle form and soft skin 

A den I nestle myself easily into

It doesn't feel fair

That after so many months 

Out there where the heat

Just smothers 

That I should suddenly 

Once again

Have you 

My warm-bodied woman 

Back in my arms 

I want to wake up to us 

Like this 

From here on out 

For I would trade 

The world's exotic allure 

For one morning 

Of nuzzling up to you