Fingertips tracing your chest.
My head resting
against your shoulder.
Your lips
on my forehead.
These are the moments
I try to remember:
every curve of your body,
the steady rise and fall
of your breathing.
So when we are apart
I can still feel your warmth
until your arms
find me again.
Aug 15, 2022
Aug 15, 2022 at 2:18 AM UTC
Fingertips tracing your chest.
My head resting
against your shoulder.
Your lips
on my forehead.
These are the moments
I try to remember:
every curve of your body,
the steady rise and fall
of your breathing.
So when we are apart
I can still feel your warmth
until your arms
find me again.
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