Smooth skin
The quiet sound of light breathing
The warmth
The press of your body on mine
Your arms around me
Hands on my chest
Stroking my neck
My face
Your fingers running through my hair
Slowly
Slowly
Gently
My eyes closed
Not tired enough to sleep
But safe enough to try
Your closeness
Feeling your every movement
Your gentle shifting
Your examining eye
Pondering over me
Your brooding mind thinking
Quietly
Peacefully
No safer place
No better place
Than in your arms
Feb 26, 2013
Feb 26, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
Smooth skin
The quiet sound of light breathing
The warmth
The press of your body on mine
Your arms around me
Hands on my chest
Stroking my neck
My face
Your fingers running through my hair
Slowly
Slowly
Gently
My eyes closed
Not tired enough to sleep
But safe enough to try
Your closeness
Feeling your every movement
Your gentle shifting
Your examining eye
Pondering over me
Your brooding mind thinking
Quietly
Peacefully
No safer place
No better place
Than in your arms
From my Colin
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