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By Jon Date: 2003 May 31 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.31.01.24.30130]] |
| Dirty and exhausted from work I come home to my sleeping beauty at the unhealthy hour of three in the morning. She's snoring so loud I'm afraid the neighbors are going to complain, but at this time in the morning she sounds like a siren from ancient Greek lore luring me to come closer. I slip out of my shirt and toss it into the darkness, and I lay on the bed and inch closer and closer until my stomach touches the small of her back. I slide my face across hers until I find that nook on her face that I call home. Slowly I fall into a soft slumber, my last thoughts are full of anticipation of waking up later and finding her on top of me smiling. |