Run?
I run my hands through his chest hair.
I like how it tangles around my fingers.
I want him
with every inch of my body.
I run
my fingers over his skin,
so smooth and delicate.
Yet his beard says otherwise.
I look into his deep blue oceans.
Oh.
Those eyes.
He runs
around in my mind.
Aimlessly wondering, exploring every nook and cranny.
I trail behind.
His lips crash against mine.
Mountains move,
I feel moved.
Passion I’ve never experienced before,
A hunger never satisfied.
I’ve laughed and laughed with him,
For him
I’ve also cried.
I lay with him
sometimes,
Warm in his arms. His dark chest hair tickling
my back.
It’s divine.
I lay alone
most of the time.
I long for his legs to intertwine
with mine.
But they don’t.
He shares a bed with another.
His hairs tickle
her
back…
Should I run?
