of tender touches
and shyly missed much-es
smile-tugging memory patches
bated breath catches
new and known
to be awakened
It suspends time and space, a wanting, desire. I have a different picture in my head, longing yet on the lines of wandering mind. I love the flow and rhythm.
Did you just hear my teenage girl sigh? Cause that was someone else it totally wasn’t me.
=)) hmmm i didn’t know it sounded naive perhaps?