the morning comes
you lying there
I watch you breathe
sweet exchange of air.
I take the chance
I cannot stop
the safest place
is lying on top.
I place my head
down on your chest
sweet contentment
an honest rest.
arms wrapped around
our bodies bare
becoming one
sweet exchange of air.
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