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By ~*truelies*~ Date: 2001 May 20 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.20.14.09.18864]] |
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Sleepy eyes, I stare down to you. You try and focus on me, Yawn, Then smile. 'Morning babe' you say. Yawn again. I smile. You're hair looks awful. I don't say. You look gorgeous though. I touch you, You feel soft. You're warm from the night. You taste of the night, Smell of the night. It turns me on, But I don't say. Just watch you, Don't want to alter you. It's your purest moment. Unwashed, unshaven, unspoilt. I smile, happy that Together we're sharing This moment. |