Language of Love

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Soft touch of her fingers interlaced with tender sweeping tickles

Relaxed are my arms gently rested not limp

The smell of her skin kissed with sweet perfume

Darling gazes with subtle sweeping green eyes

Drifting slumber held warmth of hers and mine.

Part 1

© All words written by Evelyn M Wayde 2022

Published by evelynwayde

Writer, Blogger, Mother, Narcissistic Abuse Survivor, Intuitive & Self-Care Advocate.

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