The sound
of his breathing
rolls
over you,

like a
angel's
wings
to a
breeze,

the smell
of his body
fills you,

like fresh
baked
chocolate
chip
cookies
on a Sunday
morning,

and your
feet
lie bare foot
upon the
earth,

as you
walk
hand and
hand to
nowhere
in particular.

and the
mornings
first
kiss is like
no other
kiss that
you have
ever known..

but now
to you
it is
becoming
everything
in your life,

that is
so familiar

the cut
of his
face,

and depth
of his eyes.

the still.

when nothing
needs to
be said.

when the
two become
one,

and the
one becomes

everything.

,


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