Your lips trace my curves.
My heart pounds under your finger tips.
Your touch; fire.
Your touch; all.
Tag: lips
“Goodnight Love”
My mind and body are looking for solace. I lie on those crisp white sheets. My mind drifts to thoughts of you and I smile.
You are never far from my thoughts. Your whispers of love on the phone are reassuring but little compensation for the touch of your lips.
I look at the stars through the bedroom window. I try to picture you across the miles.
I close my eyes. Your face drifts into view. I smell your skin and feel your fingertips on my cheek.
As sleep carries me away, I feel your lips on my brow and your whispered “goodnight love”.
