The taste of your laugh
lingers on my lips
honeyed memory of happy
those sunshine days spent in smiles
and each other’s arms
worries of life
tucked under blankets
as we danced on top
chardonnay afternoons
drinking in each other
every moment
a sacred tick of the clock
heart thumping euphoria
needing no playground
except our skin
where we spun and ran
with passions of our souls
delighting in dares
of never before tried escapades
often ending in gasps
and then my giggle
and then yours…
Oh how I still taste your laugh
every day
©MidwestFantasy
08/22/2017
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A love once owned now lost. Where memories serve as the only substitute for existence. How tragically beautiful this is to read.
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You understood it well. Thank you for that.
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Understanding and experience walk a very fine line. Thank you for writing it.
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Passionately written..well done..
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Humbled. Thank you.🌼
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The ‘Midwest’ I remember … and missed.
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Oh you made my day!😊😊🌸🌺
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This is beautiful. Thank you
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I am so glad you liked it. Thanks for reading!
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