woman.

that soft love
she presses against me
we lock arms and she sighs

i kiss her forehead
and we connect
her stress
my fears

flushed away in
a moment of contact

given and
taken in an instant

this woman that i love
that soul that i need
her body that i ache for

our fingers entwine
her eyes soften
my neck tingles

our cheeks touch
my throat chokes
she reaches beneath

i am hers
she is mine

connected.

j.

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