never leave.
never leave.
Friday, March 18, 2011
after the airplane lands...
fingers reach out, as skin touches skin. head on his chest, lost in folds of clothing and muscle, breathing deep of that smell that calms me. cedar and old spice. head tilts upwards, eyes meet. green meet brown. chest exhales while the world spins around. there is nothing but this, nothing but we, us, together. hand reaches to hand. hearts entwined.
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