A breeze blows my hair
into my eyes
I remember a Sunday afternoon
when you took my hand
and lead me into my bedroom
made love to me
there was magic when we touched
Our souls connected
feeding off each other
I remember how good
it felt laying there beside you
your hair between
the fingers of my right hand
your soft skin pressed
against my own
Do you remember that day?
or any others when we
were just happy to be with each other
all the cares and worries
cast aside
two people
laying together
blissfully in love
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