The heat of the sun on my skin

The soft chip of a bird on the breeze

My eyes are close but fully see

Painted in my memory a moment in time

when his kiss melted my soul

when the depth and passion of it overtook us both

how in the end of that kiss he held me tight and sighed

Pulling me into his chest and filling me

The expanse of his heart overtaking me

His love swallowing me whole

I should need no more

I should be content in this love

But I am like a spoiled child

Needing more, wanting more

In my need will I push him away

will I shove him from me in my attempt to pull him ever closer

Am I simply to much,

or am I simply not enough



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