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While the Bedroom Hymns Play


Euphoria is the feeling of your legs tangled with mine through bed sheets Its a sleepy and sacred thing
Resting safely in your arms
Breaking silence

Catching our breath after a naughty, passionate, love-filled episode
A happening of no rush, no pressure
But mere organic bond.
Drawing me closer to you for the sake of showing you how much I love you. Vice Versa.

Nibble my fingers and Ill do yours I love you
You love me
And that
s what its for. 

 

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