Pillow Talk... Song love poem in prose.

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Carol returned from the shower, moved her pillow getting ready to lay down to go to sleep. She paused then picked up and read a note left behind by her Husband before he fell asleep in waiting for her to come out the bathroom...

Darling,
I hunger for your love touch,
Your fingertips slowly tracking through my hair,
A single finger tenderly edging down the side of my face,
Followed by your soft hand touch gingerly holding my face in place, while your lips smooth cotton softness embraces mine,
Making time hold still while our lips savor the flavor of true love essence,
An essence that tastes exactly like you

I hunger for your arms gentle embrace, holding the presence of my head between the cleavage of your bosom,
While I breathe in the scent of your being,
Hear the soft love beats of your heart reaching from your soul, to intertwine with mine.

Eyes glance up and see the love you have for me in your loving stare,
As my head hardly feel the rise and fall of your chest, as your lungs breathe in air in a slow love rhythm, that is so soft I can barely see any movement of your bosom,
All while you touch me, continuously hold me, with the essence of your love,
Enticing the profound hunger of love I have for you inside the soul of my heart.

I shall love you always-forever,
Your loving Husband,
PJ…

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