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The early sunrays found their way through the curtains and cast shadows on the walls. As he slept a shadow moved across his face. A shadow that hid the past. His hair was a mess, as it is supposed to be in this state of sleep that he was. His face blushed. A sleepy smile arose, as if his dreams filled him with happiness and joy. And then, as if on command, he awoke and his newly awaked eyes gazed at me.
I put my hand on his chest and his heartbeats made me complete. My body couldn't get enough of his, and in an attempt to become one our bodies intertwined. I pressed my face against his neck, and I felt his scent, as it was. It's a scent I never can get enough of.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-03-07 at 00:30
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