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Their Favorite Time.....
It was unconventional, at best, this love they had fallen into. Her words were simple, soft, lingering as if music from another room....or the softest brushes of her lips against his cheek. It was her words back to front, and inside out, that fed him sanity...drop by precious drop.
Those sleepless nights would pass before the luxery of sleep would come. Time would gradually be filled with the graceful melody of her words...
They could be lovers...they could play pretend and hope that sleep would embrace them later. Her lips lingering on the softness of his cheek...remembering. How they loved...as his mouth curved up at the edges when he smiled....once in a while...
And how she loved when he murmured....They would live through the longing that comes upong momentary lapses...and feel once more in rapture at how fresh the world lies before their eyes, when they see that the day is new....
Her eyes sparkle, hungry to take in all the beauty...imagining lightning striking....So many secret rendezvous'....he crept in...and wakes her.
So many nights entwined in each other's arms...Erotic rain pounding beyond the window...And they are each other...Past lovers...forgotten memories. Their breath fades with the light.
She glows in his light and he is luminous to her...despite the fact that they will never know how much they actually shine.
She finds sleep in his arms...And he realizes that her embrace could be heaven on earth...
This is their favorite time.......
Posted by dreampower on 2009-03-24 10:30:06 | Rating: | Views: 116
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