The Jacket
Just a jacket, Yet it still, Holds your warmth. I bury my face, In the cloth, Your smell, It lingers. I can see your smile, In my mind, As I curl up, In your jacket, Just to hold on, To the closeness, We have shared. Not the sexual, The talk,puncuated with, Wine flavored kisses, Before the fire. Wear your jacket, To bed, Smiling. Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 01:12 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 18 • 0 • 8
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"Just a jacket,..."