The two hundred and forty-ninth thing I love about us is when you say or do something that gives me that little quiver in my chest.
Sometimes I'm pretty sure I notice because you make this little bitty and then there's something extra-special in your smile when I look at your eyes!
I'm sure I don't make any noise when that happens. You're just imagining things.; )
Soft, so soft, your lips against mine. I am grazed by their grace and drunk on their wine. We touch and we taste, endlessly divine engrossed...
Sometimes I'm pretty sure I notice because you make this little bitty and then there's something extra-special in your smile when I look at your eyes!
ReplyDeleteI'm sure I don't make any noise when that happens. You're just imagining things.
ReplyDelete; )