She's beautiful when she sleeps.
The way she breathes in through her nose, her chest rising, the slope of her breasts curving down, nipples peaked in the cool evening air.
She exhales..her mouth opening to release secrets of a thousand speakings.
Those lips, so tender and delicate, part. I fight the urge to kiss them. I can't keep in my desire and longer. I must have her. She will be mine, if only my body was my own.
