by Jenilee Dunson

Created on: April 03, 2009

The sound of silk slipping across bare skin

Hair falling like soft waves against pillows

It's dark - I reach for the light to better see your face

Your hand however somehow finds me - even in this darkness

I can not see you, but I somehow think you are smiling, teasing me

As your hand softly wraps itself around mine.

It's quiet now as we lie unmoving, I almost forget to breathe.

My hand seems to have forgotten now about the light.

I prefer the soft, quiet, darkness

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