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Mar 2010
I lay my head down
On two curvaceous soft pillows
Taking in the scent
Of long brown strands of potpourri
While the gentle thumping
Matches the pace of my breaths
Like us, I fall and rise
Your heavy warmth surrounding my legs
Mattress, blanket, pillow all in one
I hold You tight.
Written by
Alexander S
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