I know its just a picture
but sometimes...
running my fingers through
your hair
feeling the idea of each
soft strand
slip between
and fall
tracing the delicate shape
from ear to cheek to chin
and up to lips
and around those lips
and over those lips
lingering there
and then ~ pulling away
scolding my fingers for
their crazy imagination
thanking them for
these delightful sensations
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