He would perhaps roll over in his bed tonight, flip through the snaps and smile ..
He would then shut his eyes and feel his fingers entwined in mine ..
And I shall be satiated .. for that moment of bliss, shut out the world when I drift off to sleep and drown in his thoughts.
For that moment of bliss.
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Sunday, June 6, 2010
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