She kisses me
whispers of love on my lips
and lines of soft skin
shaped and smiling
as they slip and slide over mine.

There’s a taste of honey
and a push of generosity
over and over.
She’s my sweetheart
in all honesty.

These moments are mine alone now,
I savour them
slowly and with sorrow,
do I pull away.
She smiles, and it’s okay, then.

r.l.w // Day 22

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