• I wake, to the sound of a gate creaking, a door opening. Not wishing to wreck a moment that has been so long in arriving, I lay back down, trying to sleep. Hair covering your face, to hide the smile that cannot be removed, body already shivering in anticipation. She walks through the door, looking so beautiful, as always, the most beautiful person I know. And she is mine. This girl, she sits down on the side of the bed, brushes the hair from my face. Unable to feign sleep, yet still lulled by it, I sit up, and pull her face to mine. That kiss. In real life, better than imagined. Wrapped still in the quilt, covering those scars, that top though, it cannot contain my breasts, they spill, out, her glance, stays, glued to them; As if some secret signal passed between us, She’s on top of me in seconds

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