The sun melts deep down into the horizon. The last of its warmth painting our exposed skin. I wonder
The sun melts deep down into the horizon. The last of its warmth painting our exposed skin. I wonder if we can hold each other more tightly, more closely than we are; our scents intertwining and dancing across my nose. I inhale your hair, your head buried into my chest. Your soft exhale makes my skin bubble in goosebumps. And with the slightest tingle racing from the top of my head to my toes in a heartbeat, I instantly know I can hold you closer. Inches closer makes all the difference. -- source link
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