Midnight
Soft light
Soft wind
Heavy Breathing
all within.
My heart stops,
when pain flickers in your eyes.
The nights fade slow
The lights dim low
sitting on a couch with you.
My head in your lap,you caressing my face.
Hand in hand holding ever so tight.
THIS is my favorite time of the day.
When I'm with you every night at midnight.
by
Beckizzle454posted on 03/07/2008
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