She watched as the dawn slowly brightened the room,
Listening to the sound of his breathing,
Concentrating on remembering the moment.
For the moments were rare and hard to come by.
There were no words to describe it,
The feeling she had when his arms were around her,
His skin against hers.
She couldn't call it heaven,
For Heaven is a place not of this planet.
She was positive it was beyond bliss,
Beyond even the happiest of dreams,
But what kind of word could begin to paint that image?
He shifted suddenly,
And she turned to see a frown marring his features.
She slowly and gently pressed her lips to his,
And smiled slightly as the furrows smoothed,
His face once again an image of indescribable beauty.
As she settled back down against his side,
Finding that perfect crook in his shoulder to rest her head,
A single word suddenly popped into her mind,
Bursting into light like a sparkler on the Fourth of July.
Euphoria.
Yes, she thought as she drifted back to sleep,
Utter euphoria.
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