in the crook of my neck
you breathed hotly
against my shivering skin
your hands wandering down my backi felt a tear brim in your eyes
i didn't see it
but senses do work
i felt my breath beginning to riseheart beating so fast
suppressing
you're more important
i'm happy, at lastclose to me
you lay on the grass
i know not everything is alright
but it will beas long as you're by my side.
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THERAPY SESSION
Poetrybut what do you expect from a therapy session? poetry & prose