I wish we could reverse into Wednesdays soft kisses.
Thursdays groping hands and exploring secret places.
Fridays caring glances and wiped tears.
Saturdays fervent loving, pulsating rhythms to an early clock.
And Sundays relaxing touch, fingers saying goodbye.
I miss you staring at me, no words just feeling. Laughter and smiles between kisses. The smell of your neck as your arms circle me. Holding hands across the front seat, chuckling at your ashiness. Rubbing my fingers through your hair. But most of all your kindness I feel between our hearts. The safety. The care.
The potential space between us and love is real.
I'm restless to explore it.
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