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Restless, I open my eyes The moon's glow softly lights the room And she is sleeping beside me I listen to her rhythmic breathing And watch her breast rise and fall Her skin looks cool and smooth in this light Her face...lovely, and peaceful How can eyes that are closed look so beautiful? My arm, twisted awkwardly, begins to ache But I dare not move for fear of waking her I long to stroke her skin But she might reflexively move And destroy this ethereal scene So I'll chose to lie here For a moment; for an eternity Wanting...yet contented Watching her sleep
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music: Tchaicovsky's Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies background by: Ace of Space |