Held
His lips are warm
as he kisses mine.
His hugs embracing,
his arms entwined.
I look into
his brown-gold eyes,
so glad he's here—
finally mine.
His hand, so tender,
rubs my back.
His smile so bright,
it makes the sun
turn black.
He kisses my forehead
as I close my eyes.
I hold him close,
and he holds me tight.
Copyright © Sarah Moncada | Year Posted 2011
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