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18 May 2009 at 4:25 pm (*Sigh*, Fiction..., I write., Poetry..?) (, )

I trace my fingers, light and feather-like,
across the contours of your face, your neck…
your heart. You breathe peacefully, stir a little,
and I sigh…

I leave the room, in your night shirt, inhaling
you. I try to wash the sleep out of my eyes…
unsuccessfully. I crawl back under the covers
and stare at you. The sunlight casts patterns on your
soft soft skin. Sigh…

You wake up to my touch, my cold skin, my
warm ragged breath. Slowly sunlight claims me too,
You stare at the criss-crosses… I inhale
and exhale. I romance sunlight patterns
and your touch. We look different in the sunlight…
Prettier… new somehow.

12 Comments

  1. Purely-Narcotic said,

    18 May 2009 at 4:28 pm

    XX and then xx. Heh.

    (not to be killing me? :P)

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    • Sirop said,

      18 May 2009 at 4:29 pm

      Uff. XOXO. Criss cross and polka dots! :P

      Reply

      • Purely-Narcotic said,

        18 May 2009 at 10:16 pm

        Hai Hai! I can see the aankhon hi aankhon mein and saanson hi saanson mein happening. Aww.

        The only thing sexier than a man without his shirt, is the woman in only that. Sigh.

        Reply

  2. Youknowwho! said,

    18 May 2009 at 4:53 pm

    :-)

    Reply

  3. Marvin said,

    19 May 2009 at 1:46 am

    *sigh*

    Reply

  4. Silvara said,

    19 May 2009 at 8:48 am

    Noice new template. Loving it.

    And of course beautiful writing….

    Reply

  5. Perakath said,

    19 May 2009 at 9:05 am

    Ah, sex.

    Reply

  6. Sirop said,

    19 May 2009 at 3:36 pm

    @marvin: :)

    @Silvara: Thank you. :)

    @Pera: Ah.

    Also, font isn’t that big. Keep text size medium for this page. Thankyouverymuch.

    Reply

  7. mickey said,

    19 May 2009 at 11:34 pm

    :) :)

    Reply

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