Pass my fingers over his masseter, his jawbone, his chin. The soft, smooth, taut skin. The little black bristles that speak male. My heart smiles into his closed eyes. My breath mingles with his peaceful silence. Our sideways world is so much calmer than the bright bustling up-and-down one. I'd stay with him there for a long time -- just long enough, and then a day more.
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