Tenderness
A concept
I hadn't known.
Frailty
Was a thing
To be feared.
Your gentle hand
Against my skin
Was something I feared the most.
But here in the quiet moon light
I feel your hands upon me
And I know what relief is.
A touch
Like one
Never before.
A soft kiss
Upon my
Shoulder.
A gentle breeze
Whispers to me
That you'll never leave.
A moment in time
Where all else
Stands still.
And only you
Awaits me
Nothing more.
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