His gentle hand brushes a hair from her eyes.
Tilting her chin upward...he stops.
Pausing to look deeper...
As if the pools of water in her eyes would give the answer.
She is surrounded by silence now.
Like china,she moves slowly towards him.
Closer, closer still
Feeling the heat of his breath near her lips.
Now breaking the stillness with a brush of her fingers through his hair...
She whispers...
Take me.
 
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