He lay in her lap
Eyes closed
He seemed like he was sleeping
She was tempted to kiss him
Instead she ran her fingers through his hair
It felt like heaven
He then said, “I love the way you touch me.”
She wanted to say that she loved to touch him, feel him...
...his skin, his hair, his face, his body
This gentle act, those precious words...
...this is what forever is...
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4 comments:
This is beautiful
Thanks Ana, so much to say, so much to feel and still the few words say it all!
ah, i know that feeling. looking forward to read more of your poetry
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