May 14, 2015
Beautiful
Your hand reaches for mine.
We kiss tentatively, passionately
and then, tenderly.
You brush my hair away from my face.
“You're beautiful.”
I wrinkle my nose in protest.
“You are.”
Lang Leav, Love and Misadventure
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