A week past a crisp new sheet I layand with it a new breath I breathe
my lungs expand my nostrils flare
an unfamiliar feeling rises from within
I stare into your beautiful eyes
an intoxicating bleau celeste
and I run my fingers through your hair
mesmerised by your laughter
open and fresh.. a picture of innocence,
and a touch of naughty, as your mouth
turns to a smile
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