Sun’s last rays gently filter through the blinds
Your head drifts to my lap
Wisps of hair fall across your cheek
A bit stuck in your mouth
I slide a finger between cheek and hair
Your lips twitch as strands
Pull out of your mouth
Eyes lock in embrace
No words uttered
Stephen Kellogg – 2013
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Sweet and romantic. Hugs.
Gorgeous moment well-caught Stephen.