61 ¦ Ravella

Drew smiles down at me,
Tucking a stray tendril
Behind my ear.

He allows his fingers
To linger as they
Graze my cheek.

His tender touch
Makes my heart race.
Can he hear it?

Standing on my tiptoes,
I cup my hands around
His neck and draw nearer.

On his lips,
I plant a gentle kiss.


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