Love secrets

June 6, 2014

Words slipped through the creases of her iced pink lips,

As she spoke goose bumps raised upon his warm pale skin,

Crystallized words spun in his mind,

As she reviled her deep dark secret,

A fine whisper was barely heard,

"I love you my dear,"

She kissed his fine soft lips,

Feeling his hair and the touch of his skin,

One last word was spoken,

"Always."

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