INSPIRATION

by Deneb Dragon

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You´re laying asleep next to me. It has been always like this, for a
long time now. Though this ocassion is different. Not because of the
day, or that you´ve changed in some way.
You are the same as always. Blonde, tall... beautiful. The only
difference is that is almost dawn, and I´ve awoken from my sleep for
the chill of the wind entering through the window. Of course, in order
to protect your dreams, I enwrap you with the blanquet, still staring
at you. At the gesture, you smile in your dream; at the same time a
beam of sunlight shines upon your face. It is as if God had smiled
back at you.
My angel.

It comes up to me as a flash, as an inspiration, as if my soul had
woken up instantly... Then I get up from bed quickly but carefully,
afraid of woken you up. I take my pencils and notebook, sit in front
of you, and stare at you with intensity in my eyes, watching your
features, caressing them with my sight.

I start drawing, feeling passion overwhelming my body and soul. A
powerful chill runs down my spine. My mind and my hands are possessed
with some unbearable desire of perfection...of you. I tremble as my
eyes reach up to you and quickly down the paper. the shadows in the
pencil almost match the shadows upon your face. But still, my skilled
hands can´t match your beauty...

The sun falls upon your face, and it´s warmth begins to shake your
sleepness away... your eyes begin to open. I grinn, when I look at
your astonishment when you can´t find me in bed beside you. This look
changes quickly to a tender and full-of-love one, along with a sweet
smile, when you find my figure in front of you. Your eyes still
blinking for the brightness of the sun, you get out of bed and come to
me. You sit in the floor and put your head in my lap. I start to
caress your hair as you take the notebook. You smile and I blush,
trying to figure out what´s on your mind.

You look up to me, smile and are about to talk, but I put my finger on
your lips. I´m interested about what you think about my art. But not
now...

I replace my finger with my lips, bending down as much as I can and
you force your neck up towards me. The kiss is warm, tender, but deep.
You grinn beneath my lips, surround my back with your left arm, and
with the right, you grab my arm and pull me down with all your
strength and we both roll on the floor, embracing one another, and
kissing and laughing.

This is love, and this is how is meant to be.

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