Bliss


"The sun enters through the window, caresses the folds of the sheets.

Fingertips that circle your chest, and hands that comb through my hair.

There is a presence, a lingering scent of spring breeze as the quiet of the night escapes through the cracks in the door.

 A first kiss that steals the words of good morning and a final breathe that releases the answers to everything that was left unsaid"

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