My Last Day

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    My Last Day

    The morning would be spent
    Lying with you in bed
    Giggling like a couple of kids
    With the sheets pulled over our head

    The feel of your skin when I touch you
    With my hands upon your breasts
    And how you lay so close to me
    With your head upon my chest

    In the afternoon we'd be on the beach
    Spending some time in the sun
    Splashing our feet in the water
    And having a little fun

    I'd chase you through the rolling waves
    And write our names in the sand
    Then kiss you tenderly upon the lips
    While gently holding your hands

    Together we would sit and watch
    The sun fall from the sky
    Then join our bodies close together
    And upon our blanket lie

    We would make love one final time
    Before the day was through
    Then I would die a happy man
    Knowing I was loved by you

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    DreamChild commented on My Last Day

    07-11-2013

    So Sweet, I could really imagine it ! That was so amazing and wonderful

    EyesOfRain commented on My Last Day

    09-04-2012

    This is so beautiful and whimsical. I was smiling through the whole thing. Wonderful piece!

    MorsetBillie commented on My Last Day

    10-29-2010

    Romantic imaginary writing,wish my last day would be like that.Reminds me of the phrase, "live everyday like its going to be your last"

    REGINA2 commented on My Last Day

    10-24-2010

    Lonewolf, I read this poem and loved it, as I love all the poems you write, but you did spell "blanket" wrong. We all make mistakes. I wish mine were only in misspelling words.

    Kristina commented on My Last Day

    09-29-2010

    Wow! It gave me chills. I loved it! I had no idea you had such passion in you. GREAT write a ten from me. LOVE ya

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