AS the bites frosted the tip of her ears,
AND as her eyes came awake to the eastern orange sunrise,
AND as the cool, almost-spring morning breeze kissed her cheekbones,
SHE thought of sinking her head into plush pillows that smell of the sweetest lavender.
SHE thought of the soft silk sheets swallowing her in king size comfort.
SHE thought of the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her,
THE covers that would seal them in that morning time,
THE warmth of him,
THE cloud of bliss,
THE heaven.
-GaBriElla
Reblogged this on Point of View and commented:
The morning I wrote this was a beautiful one!!!!
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