My eyes held sorrow and hope
And he could sense it
When he leaned forward
And cupped my cheek
He whispered
"Trust me."
So I leaned my cheek
And let his hand trail to my waist
He picked me up
And settled me in his lap
Where we faced each other
Until my eyes pooled up
And he inhaled my scent
And left a trail of burning kisses
On my neck.
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Escapism
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