Cover Me, Won’t You…?
Lifting her hand up, reaching out the covers, stretched to their limit, uncovering her sleeping form to my delight, She sighed, but slept on I admired her, content in her sleep shivering a thought which vanished beneath her outstretched hand, “Cover me won’t you”, she murmured to me, The night is so…… Continue reading Cover Me, Won’t You…?