The last thing before I turn out this light. I let it be you tonight. For one more fleeting moment I steal just another furtive glance, but if I don't stop this moment I'll be intoxicated by your air. The way your hair falls so perfectly: a wave embracing your ears. The heave of your chest as you deeply breathe. You want to gulp down life in one breath. You are fire. You are alive. When you sleep the fire dwindles enough for me to step a little closer. Just a flick and I'll miss you for the night. Sweet dreams my light.
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