She held him, her breasts on his back, her leg over his hip, her arm around his shoulder.
"Her hands are my hands,” he thought, “Her feet my feet.”
"See with the eyes of the heart," a kind priest taught him, "For then you will truly see.”
He turned and looked at her in the morning light.
Her eyes were earthy brown and filled with kindness.
Her naked body was a smile, a sonrisa, a sunrise to him.
He held her closely.
He felt her heartbeat.
He knew the tender solicitude of love.
- Trevor Scott Barton, studies in minimalism, 2023
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Those gorgeous brown eyes ❤️
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maybe blondes *do* have more fun 💫
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