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She’s laying beside me

Adorned in a grey bathing suit

Her finger running up and down my arm

Like a violinist’s bow

Perched

I peer down at her

My head craned to meet her gaze

Staring out at me from behind a shade of hair

I brush it away from the beauty mark on her right cheek

Gently cupping her chin like her favorite instrument

As she smiles

Knowingly

3 comments

  1. Larry

    Perfect pitch. Simply perfect.

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