You lean
I smile
You tease
I giggle
You touch
I sigh
You hold
I melt
You ask
I give
You offer
I need
.
* * *
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Love, it’s a glorious thing.
Not merely lust.
Not just infatuation.
I crave him.
All of him.
His thoughts.
His smile.
His sense of humor.
And of course his touch.
.
* * *
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