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mow bee us

I watch him while he sleeps. His smile is the first thing I want to see when my eyes open.

I watch him undress slowly. Pulling him in close, making him smile. The last thing I see before I kiss him.

His hair, disheveled, I long to brush it aside only to watch it fall back. But I do not wish to wake him. I can’t help it, I do it anyway.

My hands run through his hair as we drag each other down to the bed, clawing nails along skin, teeth on necks, hands tightening. I do not wish to hurt him…

He stirs. He stretches. Making the sweetest noises my ears have ever heard. Then he smiles. My mind blanks. My breath is held. My heart quickens.

He grips me. Takes me. Killing each other, but just a little. Growling, howling moans, then he smiles. My mind blanks. My breath is held. My heart quickens.

He pulls me in to him. He kisses me. I am home.

We lay down to sleep. As I close my eyes, he pulls me in to him. I am home.

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