Morning Run
As
the sweat
rolled down the
nape of his neck,
I thirsted for his
strong hold and his sweet touch.
I wanted to stop him and
talk; but I just watched him pass by
as I smiled at him and he smiled back.
His sparkling eyes say I should try again!
Copyright © Brandee Augustus | Year Posted 2010
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