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Och hennes mörka hår låg lätt som fjädrar över kudden, kittlade min kind medan morgonsolen envist lyste i mina ögon. Hennes djupa andetag blåste mjuka vindar över mig, fick det att pirra i min kropp.
Ok red, here's number five. I think I'm just about alive. I've taken pleasure and some pain. Can I really take this strain. Running fingers thru your hair. Hear you gasp, hold you there.
Crumpled is as crumpled does It's giving me a certain buzz Bedroom is a total wreck Lipstick stains around my...
It's soft and slow, touches more places than most, Drenches you to the bone. Summer rain soaks my soul.
I don't think I've ever thought of anything being so beautiful. Not the most expensive stone, the darkest sunset or the earth's most smallest creatures.
Put your head on my chest Hear my heartbeat It's strong and at its best It hums a melody So humble and sweet Yet so loud and complete I close my eyes and listen I hold my breath and my eyes glisten.
And on this night, In your flawless white with flowers in your hair, There will be no parenthesis (just delight) To separate these names we bear.
Her glistening glass eyes reflected the rain drops on the stain glass window. And her body lay still on the ironed white sheets. It was misty but the rain had fallen.
Slow...don't go. So much I need to tell you. Things that you should know. Hush...no rush. Lay down here beside me. Responsive to my touch. Stay...all day. Alone in the twilight.
Grace is curled up on my belly. I stroke her soft grey fur. I enjoy the warmth of her presence and take joy in the sound of her purr. I wonder if her velvet ears, can hear my heart relax.
I feel his fingers run through my hair. We lay on the warm, soft sand. Turning away to look at the bright stars he puts his hand on my chin and turns my head back to his attention.
Our eyes… locked on each other. My heart… locked for only you can get in. Your heart… locked so only I can get it. Face to face… your hands locked around my waist, my hands locked around your neck.
He watched her sleeping form strewn across his chest, her long brown hair soft against his skin, her soft breaths tickling his muscles.
Woke up this early morning, bleary eyed and confused. Turned over and I remembered why I was up at 7am.
- Small Talk - "Hi, Emily." I looked up to see a familiar, perfect face, and smiled. "Hi, Johnny." "Can I sit?" "Of course." He sat as close to me as possible, and our knees touched.
I want to swim in an ocean of blankets with you. I want to fall asleep holding your hand. I want to kiss your nose and squeeze you tight.
Today, in the meadow, we sat silently hugged in the green light, the bright sunshine shone down, your soft skin was warmed and by mid afternoon was brushed pink.
He just sat there and stared, with that big smile of his. It made me think he really loves me doesn't he. But do I love him is the question. I smiled back and he winked at me.
Its possible to see the world without leaving your house. Its possible to hear the greatest sound in the world when you're barely listening.
They were sitting together, side by side. Shoulders pressed together and legs tangled. Hands fused. Her eyes shut, she lay with her head in the crook of his neck.
Return To Love The warm Island breeze caressed his body as he lay sleeping in the hammock. Gently he swayed first one way then the other.
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand, and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow.