soft and slow, her lips parted.
more than an invitation for love, this was an offer of herself, to be cradled in his arms for an enduring kiss sweet to her senses and exquisite in her soul.
for this kiss would be much more than a minuscule meeting of the lips, but would signify the moment she laid her heart on his shoulder and let him rest his hands on her memory, intertwining his future with her past. she would caress his smile in her blue eyes as the symphony drifted between thought, alternating her breathing as he lighted her cheek with his calloused fingertips.
more than an invitation for love, this was an offer of herself, to be cradled in his arms for an enduring kiss sweet to her senses and exquisite in her soul.
for this kiss would be much more than a minuscule meeting of the lips, but would signify the moment she laid her heart on his shoulder and let him rest his hands on her memory, intertwining his future with her past. she would caress his smile in her blue eyes as the symphony drifted between thought, alternating her breathing as he lighted her cheek with his calloused fingertips.
the minute hand glanced across the window of perfection. so she closed her eyes and lips and heart, defending the fear that rose in her of the stranger before her and the uncertainty of love. she left him, unkissed and unaware, brooding at the floor of regret gathering dust.
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