It was as comfortable as a worn set of flannel sheets. <br />He was my shelter, <br />a tin roof without a leak. <br />I was so content and cool <br />waking up in his strong arms. <br />And I admit not being able to resist <br />my tender lover's charms. <br />I'd gaze at him <br />in loving awe. <br />I couldn't help but <br />look right past <br />each freckle, <br />every flaw.<br /><br />Amanda Lukas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-love-4/
