Oct.6.92

 
Nose to nose you sit engrossed
she about her business being her
you lost in observation
conversation slowly fades
whispers on occasion
she concentrates so utterly
in this moment you cannot exist
without her
I can feel her tongue on your nose
her hair on your skin
her warm purr in your chest
 
I forgot where I was
what I was saying
beyond the sight and sound of you two
there is nothing almost absolutely
 
 

 
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