~Love Notes, 5~











This could be

the gentler way

A softer kiss shared

A tender gaze held

A feeling of coming home

when seen from a distance

The intense ache and longing

for each other’s

arms, lips, entwined limbs

Nothing else would matter

All the forbidden choices

would turn like kites

and dash off on a breeze

we’d be freed of

the world’s judgment

Here in the woods

right now, on this

sun baked rock

it’s just you and I

holding hands

with bated breath

and anticipation

watching the clouds

drift by us



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I am very passionate, sometimes too impulsive, a lover of life and all that it has to offer.

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