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Bed Peace


Her skinny arm wrapped around half of his basketball player frame and her petite body lay barely covering his, Her chin tilted upward facing his her eyes fixed He never notices.
His eyes penetrate the game that he’s playing too busy to notice her glaring, his arms wrapped around her and his fingers wrapped around the controller he focuses.
She’s amazed his face appeared so gentle his lips smooth, his eyes glassy, his skin dark, his jaws tightened and to her there was nothing but peace.
The kind sized bed fell empty on the sides but the middle filled with an everlasting feeling of amazing comfort, they were home in amity and the silk sheets under them in a crease.
 
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Her skinny arm wrapped around half of his basketball player frame and her petite body lay barely covering his, Her chin tilted upward facing his her eyes fixed He never notices.

His eyes penetrate the game that he’s playing too busy to notice her glaring, his arms wrapped around her and his fingers wrapped around the controller he focuses.

She’s amazed his face appeared so gentle his lips smooth, his eyes glassy, his skin dark, his jaws tightened and to her there was nothing but peace.

The kind sized bed fell empty on the sides but the middle filled with an everlasting feeling of amazing comfort, they were home in amity and the silk sheets under them in a crease.

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