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Sitting on the couch I watch a movie.
My head on his chest, he breaths in.
His hand on my hip, I feel sexy.
Breathing in his smell, I fell safe.
He shifts under me, I settle in.
Him playing with my shirt hem, I start to doze off.

With my hand on his chest, the movie ends.
Me asleep, he kisses my head.

I start to wake, blanket over me.
I look at him, fast sleep.
I kiss him lightly, he stirs.
Comfy agents him we sit there, breathing each other in.

©2007 ~polar8888

My head on his chest, he breaths in
His hand on my hip, my skin boils.
Breathing in his smell, I fell safe.
He shifts under me and I settle into him.
He plays with my shirt, I doze off.

With my hand on his chest, the movie ends.
Holding me gently, he gazes at me.
Asleep, he kisses my head.

I wake, blanket over me.
In his arms I lay, cushions cradling us.
I look at him, fast sleep.
I kiss him lightly, he stirs.

Grinning into my hair, the world blurs
Pulling me closer, my back to his chest
Legs intertwined, he breaths me in
Leaving tingles, his skin brushes mine.
Brushing my hair off my neck, feels nice

Kissing me on my neck, forever warms me
Below my jaw his lips meet my skin
I grin, turning over
He gazes down at me from above
Beaming, he leans down.

Electricity meets my stomach, he kisses me.
Hand on his shoulder, pressure builds
The small of my back, his hand presses
Drawing me closer the moment envelops us.

We part.

The first, the beginning, the most passionate
Light floods back into view, colors more vibrant.
The air buzzing
Stomach twisting, he looks at me

Hand on my side, hand on his shoulder
I sit up, the ecstasy bubbles inside me
Across from me he sits.
Shock, joy, wonder, swirling around me

Smiling at me, he leans towards me
Leaning in, our lips meet.
Hand on my neck, hand on his chest

©2007 ~polar8888