It trembles with in
Cold as death stocking you
Whimpers she lays her head down.
Closes her dark blue eyes
And her hair rests upon her face.
She breath shallow and lightly
Covered up with cotton and fleece.
She holds his hand close to heart
Lets the warmth of his body touch her back
Lays there safe and sound...
Security he is.
But most of all love
There bodies lay close
The room winks with the shadows in the dark.
His breath runs down the back of her neck
She shivers and holds his hand tighter
Lets her body lay still
Then slumbers with his whimpers
I love you

 
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