My Breath


Pressed between satin sheets
Smells of lavender fill the air
The world;
Completely silent.
We, are not.

Hands interlocked
Holding so tightly
Whispering "I'll never let you go"
A hundred times.

Now that he has had all of me
He asks
"What is the first thing I ever had of yours?"

"My breath.. "

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