Your Perfect Golden Star

Lying, curled and naked in your bed
My head on your chest
On a stay-in-bed Sunday morning
I lightly trace my fingers up
And around your chest
In my mind I can see
A tiny..perfect..golden star
Above your heart
I circle it lightly with my fingertips
I can feel the muscles in your face shift
As you smile down at me
An unseen smile
But felt nonetheless
Your hands begin exploring…
My hair..
My lips..
My neck..
Coming to rest with one hand
Lightly cupped around my breast
The other curled on my stomach
I draw hearts and write words
On your chest
My fingers drifting lazily…mispelling words
Leaving out letters…
I cannot pay attention
Your lips are now in my hair
Reminding me of every single strand
I feel your breath falling lightly
Creating tiny indentations in my hair
I trace the perfect star again
My secret
Fingers following the lines
Jutting out to the five points
Perhaps the repetitive motion is noticable
You look down..chin pressing into my head
“What’s that you have there?”
I stop..frozen
As you run your own hand down your chest
Feeling around where the star is set
Your hands move up and down by the star
You begin to circle around it
Coming closer..evey second
Before suddenly stopping
“It’s one of your hairs " I say
You smile
The perfect, tiny heart flushes red
At nearly being exposed
Blinking twinkles and shimmers at me
And I…red and warm
Twinkle and shimmer back at it…….

Your Perfect Golden Star

Trish Cooper

Bloomington, United States

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