His fingers brushed the path of her arm
From wrist to elbow to shoulder
Gradually resting at the nape of her neck
Her head lolled back
Resting its weight in his offered cupped palm
Her breath reduced to a sigh
She briefly closed her eyes
Before pulling away from his touch
And hurriedly walked off in her own direction
No words were said, no declaration,
but his outstretched hand
Spoke volumes
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC
His fingers brushed the path of her arm
From wrist to elbow to shoulder
Gradually resting at the nape of her neck
Her head lolled back
Resting its weight in his offered cupped palm
Her breath reduced to a sigh
She briefly closed her eyes
Before pulling away from his touch
And hurriedly walked off in her own direction
No words were said, no declaration,
but his outstretched hand
Spoke volumes
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