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...you know... you opened your lips and kissed it. Even though in slumber you did sleep, with joy you did weep... all the silent dry tears of a sleepy angel's mother. So peaceful; as one unto another, all parts of the other, lain strewn asunder in a picture painted night. T.P.Rose. 05.10.2009 02:53 CEST, Tom
Good evening, just telling you that... ...as i lay there, with our sleepy angel in my lap, feeding her one last time for the night... i caressed her beautiful face... OUR beautiful face. First with the back of my hand... across her soft soft cheeks.... and with the tip of my finger, gently tracing every single line and nuance of that beautiful sleeping angel's features. Then, i passed my kiss with the same finger tip to that angelic cherub's cupid bow lips. And that self same finger, consecrated and anointed, drenched as it was, with all OUR love, i offered to you... as you slept. And do... 05.10.2009 02:51 CEST, Tom
I will always love you... God bless u n Tom...
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