The embrace…
You allow me to fall softly into your arms.
I smell the softness of perfume in your skin of the spring flowers.
We do not speak words.
The feel of your face against my face.
The feel of your embrace steal me away to
where I need and want to be.
Coyote/John Castellenas
(Thank you Maria Kreyn for photo from Tumblr)
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