1 December 2012
He held her close, She cuddled in. He stroked her hair, Warm skin on skin.
Her arm around him, His hand on her waist. They lay there in silence, Longing the others taste.
He kisses her lips, Soft and sweet. She lays her hand, Feeling his heartbeat.
She smiles in content, Then goes back to rest. While he strokes her hair, Her head on his chest.
Her hand drawing swirls, As he hums her to dream. Their hands interwind, As they both drift to sleep.
Evening Bliss • Opuss № I