It's the rumble of the train beneath the ground.
It's the brightness of sunlight.
It's the heaviness of the curtains.
It's the height of the mirror!
It's the silence of his footsteps.
It's the study of his gaze.
It's the sound of his voice.
It's the art of translation.
It's the peace of sleep.
It's the warmth of pleasure.
It's the smell of awakening bodies.
It's the feeling of him touching my skin.
It's the sound of his patience.
His patience and me
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About Me
- prettyintelligentprincess
- Turrets and Spires, Near the sea., United Kingdom
- An imperfect mother. An unfaithful wife. A career professional. Waiting to feel the stone thrown at her by the one without sin.
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