…in between…
The flirtatious eye gazing of their souls
Her fingers sing a gentle song down her spine
Lips, soft, kind, wet upon her cheek
Laughter following her whisper
Her head upon her lap, she closes her eyes with a deep sign
She pulls her hair behind her ear
Intertwined fingers, legs in a mixer
Shadows, owners of their curves
Light, revealing beautiful imperfections
Guitar strings are touched
A melody is sang
Finally, a cigarette is lit
…all the moments in between each other we tend to miss…
