Lay yourself next to me for a while. I'd like to watch you breathe.
And as you inhale and exhale with lips kissing the air, I'll rest my palm on the flat of your stomach and feel for your pulse.
It will beat to a melody that has neither rhyme nor reason other than to emulate my own pulsing love for you.
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"It will beat to a melody that has neither rhyme nor reason other than to emulate my own pulsing love for you" Love has no rhyme nor reason, there are the occasional ups and downs and the irrational occurrence of it, I love your words, the descriptive is amazing.
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