If I could tell you now that you are beautiful, would you
believe me? With the distance of highways and roads and streetlights and miles
of city between us, you would doubt my words. Would you think that I am plying
you with sweet words just to flatter you?
I can imagine you in your quiet moon lit room, the cool
of the night spilling in the open window. Your dark curls on the pillow, arm
crooked above your head. I can hear the rhythm of your breathing and the rustle
of sheets when you move.
I know the scent of you... Your perfume a faint linger..
The smell of your hair and the salt sweat of your skin all mingle and fill me.
I know your face and lines and curves of you. I have seen
you in bright sunlight and know your shape in the dark. I have traced you with
my fingers and in my mind thousands of times...
I can imagine you just as you are - on the edge of sleep
and drifting towards dreams. I see your face and smooth skin change as the care
of the day fall away. Your shoulders, back, and limbs relax into the bed as you
are transported.
I can imagine you just as you are - floating to worlds in
your dreams.
You are beautiful.
Just Me.
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