Softly you run your hands through my hair and down my neck
The sense of your touch makes my mind break free
The stress of the day, the week, the year, it all seems to disappear
Your voice whispers sweetly to my ear within it promises only I can hear
You tease and taunt, wisp and woo and what you say you truly do
Without you I would not know where to begin for laughing with you feels like a sweet, sweet sin
We talk of things that only we know; while others go so fast we take it slow
And that my darling is why I love you so
About the Creator
Tina Rose
Life Long writer, Reader, tea lover, and Self care advocate.
Just trying to bring a little light and joy into this world.
My Instagram: @tina_rose91.
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