6/29/10

Perfection
By E.S. Wynn


In the morning half-light, I trace lines across your golden skin, kiss your warm shoulder. Your hair is like a stream of midnight, cascading across the smooth curves of your face, past eyes that smile as you sleep. Through the night, we hold each other with silent smiles, relax into arms that comfort, support. This is heaven. This is perfection. My hands intertwine silently with yours.


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For my one and only. :)