It's the weekend. Time to throw worries out of the window and unwind. To breathe some air and dip the toes in the sea.
From point A to point B there's too much noise still. Leaning on his shoulder has the magical effect of silencing everything around her, apart from the music of their bodies. When he's swallowing down, she can hear his Adam's apple bobbing. A sinful melody and even more delicious image to stare at. This feature of his is a fixation of hers. With her eyes closed, she pictures it along with the air escaping the lips she loves so much. She gives him a kiss and returns to the nest of his neck.
He moves slightly to place his arm around her, his palm on her hair, patting and caressing her idly. If she were a cat, she would purr. Such a small gesture, yet so powerful. "My little one" he calls her often in a cute, playful tone and she surrenders in the tenderness, feeling protected. Like birds chirping under the light filtered between the leaves -this moment is warm and joyful. She nuzzles him in response and although she knows these words have chapped skin by now, she says them anyways:
"I love you".
This photo was taken in Sydney in 2019 and I wrote an accompanying piece for it on my IG back in May of that year. I just felt the need to modify it and post it here, too, as a good luck spell for the upcoming year. And to you, who holds my heart, please be gentle with it...
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