I watch her as she sleeps.
The moon glow
from the window
gives a trace
to her slow
breathing form.
The slight sound
of her breath
like music
I never tire of.
The aroma of her body
lifts to me,
like mountain lilies
in the morning.
What makes her love me
I'll never know.
That she does
is all that matters.
I run my fingers
gently though
her silky sable strands
taking this journey
over and over.
After all this time
she still
takes my breath away.
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Comments
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This made me smile. She sounds so peaceful while she sleeps and you so loving and gentle. It is beautiful. I couldn't help but sigh while I read it. In a word, it is peaceful. I like it a lot. Thank you.
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