Friday, March 21, 2008

As we lay here
Silently in bed
My hand rests
On your naked hip

Your head on my arm
Back to chest
My face in your hair
Smell of shampoo
Sex and body wash

You mumble something
In half drowsy awareness
I can’t hear what it is though
It doesn’t matter
Because we are here
With my hand on your hip

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