|Do You Hurt? (standard:poetry, 113 words)|
|Author: Sare||Added: Oct 30 2001||Views/Reads: 2462/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|There are so many scars...|
You ask about the scars. As your eyes and hands roam over my body, each old wound is examined, its story told. Cuts and scrapes, falls and tumbles, all have left their mark. * Where are the scars of this, you ask, and I take your hand, hold it to my breast, and you feel my heartís erratic beating, thumping, pounding, and you raise your lips to kiss my hot forehead, comforting. * With tender fingers you pry into my secrets; I open my arms to welcome you. Holding tightly to your hand, I will tell you anything you want to know, share it all with you, my life, my safety, my lover. Tweet
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