Love Poem: Weak Spots Iii
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Written by: Laura Breidenthal

Weak Spots Iii

Warmed fingers on cold shoulders
A slow wrap of arms behind
Soft exhalations
Tailed by disclosures unrehearsed

Being drawn into a haunting tale
The scent of peppermint on the breath
An idea acknowledged, commended, valued
Tears of joy having yet to fall

The soft demand of “tell me,”
After copious hope to speak
A phone call in the dead of night
Dancing close in the shadows

Adventurous beckoning—a dare!
Secret exchanges in a crowded room
A teasing smile after a blunder
A departure filled with laughter

** Feeling a series coming on. (: Much love, happy holidays to all.
 Love always, Laura