Missing her
The weight of her head
On my bare chest
The smell of her hair
Filling my nose
Her fingers running through
The course hair of my chest
She pulls herself close to me
I turn my head and our lips meet
In a soft but longing engagement
Hearts begin to beat
Faster... faster... faster
but that is past
And I am lonely now
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
Missing her
The weight of her head
On my bare chest
The smell of her hair
Filling my nose
Her fingers running through
The course hair of my chest
She pulls herself close to me
I turn my head and our lips meet
In a soft but longing engagement
Hearts begin to beat
Faster... faster... faster
but that is past
And I am lonely now
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