Waking up to the feel of a chest heaving up and down,
I blink as the view becomes more clear.
Beside me, sleeping soundly, I found:
The person I very much hold dear.
That time was a perfect demonstration:
A paradox between tender and raw moments.
For both were filled with so much passion,
A mixture of heat and loving sentiments.
The way you held me made its mark.
I pull you closer, and kiss your brow.
I feel your warmth, finding solace in the dark.
I am yours: chained to you now.
Thursday, January 10, 2013
Good night
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