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his eyes are shut, and lips parted
they taste like his dreams alive
tension slips and frustration fades
when for the night, we lie
in each others arms, a warm embrace
my face buried in the crook of his neck
and I find myself finally at peace
though few are my hours of rest
who needs sleep when I have him
how sweet he appears in his sleep
as I run my fingers through his hair
why go to bed when instead
I can watch him while he slumbers
love, the only true way to get rest