Her heartbeat woke him. A soft rhythm drumming from the source of her lifeblood, steady and content. He closed his eyes and listened to the beat of that melodious tune. He rested his head on her breast and took in her essence, feeling for the first time a closeness in his life that filled a void that remained gaping in his soul for too many years. With each beat, the chasm closed, filling with a warmth that originated from her and settled with gossamer wings on his old wounds. He could feel each filling, become replenished, and finally vanish. A soft sigh escaped his lips, sending a tremor through her sleeping body as his warm breath danced across her night-cooled skin. He listened for hours, or minutes, or seconds, he would never be sure, but he knew that what he felt he had never felt before.
Opening his eyes, he gazed up her bosom, his sight adjusting to the almost pitch black of his room as it fell upon her sleeping face. Soft and serene, composed with the slightest smile, he noticed it was her light that was saving them from being engulfed in darkness tonight. He watched the dancing of her eyes under her eyelids, that thin veil of flesh that hid another beautiful sight from him. He would have cursed those curtains some other time, but the locked away treasures they held tonight added to her beauty tenfold. His eyes walked across every feature, every encore, every after show event that made up the symphony he saw in her countenance. His eyes drank deep, savoring every drip of beauty that fell into his heart. He resisted the urge to disturb the priceless portrait before him by brushing a stand of hair that lightly caressed her cheek, choosing instead to let it rest where he wished he could lay his hand and then lips. He smiled and glanced at the clock, noting that soon the sun will rise. The sun will rise outside, but his won't rise for many more hours yet. He breathed deeply and took her in his arms, feeling her body slide to a perfect fit beside his, closed his eyes, and dreamed.
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