Ours

Your finger traces my eyebrow and down my cheek bone..my jaw. Your fingers glide around my neck, your thumb softly brushing my lower trembling lip..

you're close...

your forehead presses against mine and you inhale my shattered breath.

you're closer...

Your hand is crushing my head and you body is so tense, steel and quaking granite...but your lips are whispers brushing mine...your lower lip to my upper lip...your upper lip to my lower lip..you urge them open...your eyes only see mine...

You'll never be close enough...





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Dec 1, 2012