Monday, March 14, 2011

All that I can think about is how she loved my voice.

I play over and over again in my head the way that she called me gentle.

The way that my hands slid so smoothly over her perfect skin.

The way that she spoke freely to me knowing that I would not take things the wrong way.

The way that she held on to me.

The way that she held on to me as though I actually mattered.

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