not yet troubled by modesty

I watched the sunlight stream across your room, tickling the shadows,
brushing against the stillness of your slumber. I watched a smile slightly
turn your mouth, your breathing became lighter, your fingers twitched. I
watched you languishing in a dream, my eyes blanketing your skin, your
rhythmic rest. I watched you, my heart pounding a song for you, your
magnitude. I watched you, my love, enchanted by your repose, extolling your virtues.

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