He lays there, with his head on my shoulder.
sleeping so beautifully, he breathes softly against my skin. I can feel his arms tender embrace. He holds me and the line between him and I becomes blurred.
I am so close to him that I could almost become him. I love it. His heartbeat makes itself known against my chest. I breathe in, he breathes out. So in sync with eachother, its meant to be, I just know it. With his warmth, I will never again go cold. With him, I will never again be uncomplete. He is lost within a dream. dream on sweet one, dream on...and hold me like never before.
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