Thursday, November 11, 2010

The One Where I Tug At Your Ear.

Dear Lover,

I await in anticipation.
For those moments entirely ours.
Those automatic actions we take to show affection.
A touch of the tips of our noses.
A flick at the elbow.
A swipe of the eyebrow.
A grasp at the shoulders.
That leads to the sort of kiss.
One gets lost in.


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