Anticipation grew for the unknown road ahead.
Laughter was made in the stories from each.
They shared a comfort – nothing forced, nothing faked.
A light brush of his fingertip across her cheek; tingling on her skin in its wake.
Her eyes upon his lips; anticipating their feel.
They shared a look into each other’s soul.
Soft lips feathering upon hers capturing her now short breaths.
She knew she had to have them; she lifted to meet their caress.
Silenced were her thoughts though she felt everything in that moment.
He was unfamiliar to her but welcomed completely. ~n~
The Whispered Thought 