Silence.
Darkness.
Warmth.
As my hand gently pets that sweet spot of skin at the cup of your hip,
resting in the hollow, soothing, slowing sweeps.
Silence.
Darkness.
Warmth.
As our breath evens out in the soft melody of contented sleep.
Silence.
Darkness.
Warmth.
As we dream.
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
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