You.
With your wandering hands and gentle fingers.
And me with my eyes open
until daylight
seeps through the cracks in the blinds.
Illuminating,
in the early morning, us.
Awakened and chilled, huddling close together for
warmth
and the feel of anothers skin.
Eyes like
gemstones.
Pressed tightly against your body and soul.
Reflected in the silence of dawn, our quiet contentment.
With no one to hear or see
the story of our affection.
Wrapped up in one another,
lost,
in the rise of the sun on a new day
and
in the presence of
a gift,
unyieldingly cherished and treasured.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
You.
With your wandering hands and gentle fingers.
And me with my eyes open
until daylight
seeps through the cracks in the blinds.
Illuminating,
in the early morning, us.
Awakened and chilled, huddling close together for
warmth
and the feel of anothers skin.
Eyes like
gemstones.
Pressed tightly against your body and soul.
Reflected in the silence of dawn, our quiet contentment.
With no one to hear or see
the story of our affection.
Wrapped up in one another,
lost,
in the rise of the sun on a new day
and
in the presence of
a gift,
unyieldingly cherished and treasured.
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