6 a.m.

October 19, 2014

The light creeps through the blinds

Pretending to scare

Only to find a weary glare

It pierces my skin

To make aware

The beautiful sin

Of her bare

Her eyes erupt

Exposing a stare

Do not disrupt

If you dare

This precious moment

A love affair

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