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To fall asleep in your hands... To fall asleep in your hands, to wake up from your warm breath. To sit, having drawn in under themselves feet and to look, how you speak. To look a film, having put a chin to you at a breast. To inhale your smell, such fresh and warm, having been absorbed in your neck. To take your an arm, leaving on street. To fall asleep, having put a head to you on knees To go with you along the street, a hand in a hand, To examine your smile in a dream, To approach and embrace you, having felt as you kiss my hair. To nestle a cheek on your cheek. To feed you from hands. To listen, as you breathe to me in an ear. To blow at you that you have turned and has kissed me. To lay under your hand, choking, but not daring to move not to wake you. To wake up from your kiss, such gentle, warm and morning. Recollecting you to feel, how tips of fingers grow cold. To know, that under your T-short there is a secret known only to you and me. To sit on work, having put phone near to itself and to wait for your message To know, that in your phone I number 1. To be assured that between us never there will be another. It be simple cannot. I know. To fall asleep in your T-short, feeling your smell. To die of tenderness, falling in your embraces. I want. That. So. Was. Always.