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Jul 2012
The curve of his lips fit mine
pull away
hold.
His palm cradles my cheek
lips again
"soft today"
again,
gentle movements.
His hair tickles between my fingers.
His eyes pierce mine with love,
they scream every affection he feels.
Lips.
lips on my nose
cheek
jawbone
eyelid.
Then they utter what only I
will know.
I turn with a smile and close the door.
Isabella Macdonald
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Isabella Macdonald
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