Thursday, December 15, 2011

James Lilypad

I could see the soft trace of stubble on your chin.
Your nose twitching just slightly as you breathe.
You don't like your haircut, but I love the way it falls on your forehead.
You look so vulnerable,
So innocent.
I feel at  home tucked under your arm;
In the dead of the night,
My leg riding up yours.
The steady pace of your chest rising.
The warmth of your body penetrating the coldness of mine.
I want to tell you that I love you.
But I don't want to be the only one. 

- Shammy 12/15/11 11:43am 

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