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Sunrise.
Sunrise.
Soft, tired, leftover kisses from last nights passion
We spoon, I touch your shoulder, you caress my face..gently
There are no words, just us.
Our sky went from purple to blue, I don't remember us falling asleep
There was music..I don't know whether it was the sound of my moans or the record playing but there was music.
We whispered 'I love you(s)' back and forth..
But you didn't hold me when I reached for you.
Soft, tired, leftover kisses from last nights passion
We spoon, I touch your shoulder, you caress my face..gently
There are no words, just us.
Our sky went from purple to blue, I don't remember us falling asleep
There was music..I don't know whether it was the sound of my moans or the record playing but there was music.
We whispered 'I love you(s)' back and forth..
But you didn't hold me when I reached for you.
Published 29th Jul 2014
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