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Sunday, January 23, 2011

Darkness.
Slow, Rhythmic breathing next to me.
Eyes open or closed, no difference.
Warmth beside me.
A Gentle caress down my face.
Lips like a blanket to a bed; Needed.
Curious hands; Fingertips brushing.
Exploration.
Rising, Intoxicating Heat.
Eyes Adapt.
Calming curves in moonlight.
Eyes.

Darkness again.
Serene, Empty Silence around me.
Cold.
Falling, disheartening Chills.
Nothing

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