Blindfolded

She traced and painted his shape with her fingertips in the dark
She sculpted his muscles, drew his frame
Finally.
She breathed so heavy, sighed so loud
Finally he had come. Finally he was here, with her, again, at last.
He has returned.
She opened her eyes, blinked,
And he was gone.

I couldn’t let you go, you weren’t mine to hold

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About Naomi Jane
Not your average Jane

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