A smoky haze drifts almost imperceptibly around your face. I lean back and admire the aura we've created. It follows me in slow swirls, beckoning me back to the intimacy of you. The intimacy of us.
Familiar rhythms begin...
I see the way you look at me
As if to say its right
I pray for you day in and day out...
I focus my gaze on you, smiling. The invitation is offered, unspoken. You lean forward and rest on my lips. The invitation replied, accepted. The last of the day subsides, and we are taken from time. I drift, lost in you, filling somewhere inside of me. The space between becomes the space around. Heaven is inside of you.
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Wowie.
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