She waits for me
Dancing among the painted sky
Her eyes are pools of caramel and honey mixed together
And when the sun hits them in a perfect way
One could get lost in them
She shudders
As I trace my finger
Down the middle of her back
Her weak spot
She brings her lips to mine
We kiss
Tasting each other for the first time
She whispers in my ear
And I wake up, alone
With nothing but the memory of that night
©wanderpoet
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