When Love Stays
I feel the safety of your strong arms wrapped around the small of my back; your
kiss, so tender, consummates our love in a room pervading of soft, rock music,
pink champagne and...
countless white candles.
We dance slowly, and I hear your belt buckle fiercely slap against the mirror as
faded blue jeans fall to the floor; I taste your sweat and know that you belong to
me...
because you want to.
My fingers caress your thick black hair as you sleep ~so peacefully, and I smile
when recalling how I fought your love in the beginning, refusing to feel that much
alive...again...
but changed my mind.
I trusted...
just one more time.
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