Lavender Bed
“I woke up smelling your hair this morning
My fingers were tangled
In your long tussled locks
The scent of Lavender
And heat of your remembered breath
Consume my senses
Can we do it again?”
© Sandy Hibbard
“I woke up smelling your hair this morning
My fingers were tangled
In your long tussled locks
The scent of Lavender
And heat of your remembered breath
Consume my senses
Can we do it again?”
© Sandy Hibbard