March 21, 2011
My heart beats to the sound of your voice. Every whisper, every tremble. Your hands like silk. Soft to the touch. I can't break the hold. It's a dead end lock. But I enjoy every second. If this breath were my last it would be the best one ever. Knowing I can spend it in the depths of your heart. My love...

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