Thoughts of Spring

The sound of your breathing fills the silence, and your heart beats a steady drum beneath my fingertips. There is comfort in your embrace, in the warmth of your skin pressed to mine.

The morning is peaceful, as though the very world outside this room is afraid to break the tranquil spell we’re under. The bed is dappled in gentle sunlight and the breeze through the open window smells of spring.

I close my eyes and match my breathing with yours. The rise and fall of your chest in unison with my own. I press my lips lightly to your cheek, taste the salt of your skin. Let us stay here a while, just you and I.

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