Shhh.... hush,
don’t say a word. Don’t even lift that head off the pillow. I love it when your
eyes open and first thing they see is my face. So sleepy, your eyes, yet they
melt the marrow in my bones. You twitch your succulent lips in a tiny, almost
hesitant smile and I burn inside. For a fleeting moment your teeth sparkle like
diamonds and briskly disappear behind those luscious lips. God is indeed Great.
You snuggle closer and I feel your skin slide against mine. I shudder...
In My Room/Office/Studio
"A writer and nothing else: a man alone in a room with the English language, trying to get human feelings right." - John K. Hutchen.
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