
That moment
This morning
With you
Fingers intertwined,
Eyes speaking in silences,
Kisses—tender, lingering.
The closeness
That siad so much
There was no need for words
In that moment.
It wasn’t just romantic.
It was healing.
It was revealing.
It was reassurring.
it was warm,
It was grounded,
It was real.
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Bentinck is a bestselling author in Caribbean and Latin American Poetry, he is a multifaceted individual who excels as both an artist and educator.
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