Avoiding bothering him she curled up asided him drifted off to slumper, She confessed...
"I, I... I just want to hear your Heartbeat.
I, I.. I just wanna to know you close to me
I, I.. I can still sense you;
Even when your not here near me.
Can still feel your touch when your gone and away from me".
She asked
"Now, do you not hear mine?
Are you able to sense its beating as your presence go absent?
Feel it beating to the beat of longing when it fine from me"?
She giggled as he snored.
Laid her head and matched every word of her prayer to the beat of the heart she adored.
Never knowing her words weaved a dream he'd forever dear.
The last of her conscience fled at that moment;
His had conluded its return;.
Laid his head on her chest to say...
"I, I, I just want to hear your heart"...
Two lovers could dance forever to such a beat...
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Bo_ThaBohemian
"Snippets' of a Poet"
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