IN REPOSE

by ChicagoTunnelKid

a drabble

He slept; the face, so dear to her, in repose. She took her fill, gazing at his brow, as it swept up toward his hair; his forehead, too often wrinkled with worry; the soft wispy stubble that covered his cheeks and chin that called out to be stroked; his high cheekbones that lent him an air of regal warrior; his lips, the top cleft drawing the eye to the two-sided lip, bespeaking his two-sided psyche, man and beast.

She lowered her mouth to his, bestowing a soft kiss to his lips. She pulled back to see eyes, shining with love.