Our legs entwined.
A contradictory complement of the smooth against the textured.
His arm across mine.
Bold and strong, holding it dear in shelter.
His gentle kisses.
Scattered instinctively through the night.
In her hair, on her forehead, on her shoulder blade.
The beating of his heart.
Steady and strong, yet a lullaby of the night.
He holds her closer still.
A contradictory complement of the smooth against the textured.
His arm across mine.
Bold and strong, holding it dear in shelter.
His gentle kisses.
Scattered instinctively through the night.
In her hair, on her forehead, on her shoulder blade.
The beating of his heart.
Steady and strong, yet a lullaby of the night.
I like shared sleep.
Shared sleep?
Yes.
Why so?
The feeling of it.
The warmth? The touch? The cuddling?
Yes. Makes me feel protected.
Shared sleep?
Yes.
Why so?
The feeling of it.
The warmth? The touch? The cuddling?
Yes. Makes me feel protected.
He holds her closer still.
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