Bruised at the bone/ borderline: “I don’t mind”, even if he quickly gathers her intellectual chatter … between his eagerly listening ears. That surround-sound feeling of endless bliss aside silent quietude. He might.. Lean on in, especially tender… even it it’d be cruelly rude to gently interrupt her sudden,
soft and soothing slumber. Smiling an unrecorded smile, his eyes p-r-o-c-e-e-d to mildly caress her beating, stay-awhile chest.
This is real and rather imaginatively entangled amidst a sharp, shapely kiss
Shared precisely between: a pair of deliciously sweat-arisen people
Brought together to meet at the middle
