A brief romance shared with someone special, celebrated moments linger and I put them away.

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Yearning for the sweetness of your touch

There is longing for those long lingering kisses that stops the butterflies from fluttering inside of me, that supresses the nervousness in my core, when you're near..

That calm reassuring drawl that makes me know, 

What I thought was, isn't!!

The intensity of that piercing gaze that looks deep into my soul, as if searing on it 'you belong to me'. 

I often felt unnerved, but I miss that, you looked into me and saw me.... 

An embrace that was firm, but comforting, 

I felt held!

The chill quiet time when we lazed without words, but seemed to know what each other was thinking and we turn face to face and our next move was magical..... 

So you linger in the moment where the thoughts are real and clear and pertinent, but you don't allow them to swamp you, but dilligently tuck them away in boxes and label them light, frivolous indulgences. 

But they hover, at the forefront of the mind.

By Daun Wright

From: Canada