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His sleeping beauty

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder...
He watches her sleep,

Careful not to disturb her peace,

Her breath deep and even,

A small smile on her lips.

Where are her dreams right now?

Maybe she is in a meadow, flowers all around,

Warm sun on her face, breeze in hair.

Or perhaps she is in his arms,

Snuggled up, sharing hopes for the future.

The serenity on her face makes his heart warm,

Its every beat for her.

He gently pulls the covers back,

Aching and hardening,

The vision of her taking his breath away.

Her soft curves, full breasts,

Long locks of hair almost down to her butt,

The round cheeks calling out to him to grab,

Velvety skin with a light tan.

To him, she is beauty,

Wishing she could see herself through his eyes,

See what he does, not be so self-critical and insecure.

The little scar on her back,

Birthmark on her foot,

All the small imperfections

Not detracting from her looks,

But making her unique,

Adding to the beauty he sees.

He longs to touch her, but holds back.

She needs her sleep,

Soon enough she will wake on her own.

With joy he sits still, just watching,

Knowing this sleeping beauty

Is all his.

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