To be or not to be...Mature

Mind over matter can be very hard when you are otherwise distracted by the body who keeps you under the spell of sex...

This is for us...

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Another day had arrise.Their bodies where still there on the floor.They had slept together...

Her eyes are open.They take in the man before her.His face.The strenght of his caracter his present in every line.The laughter that shows in his eyes that light up his all being is present in the small lines around his eyes,his kissable mouth...

She draws his face with the fingertip of her finger.She lets the texture of its shape tell her the story of who he is...

She is captivated by this man.Here in this moment in time.In life.

A frase comes to mind."To be or not to be..."And that makes her smile.

"Why are you smiling?"He asks without bothering to open his eyes.

"And how do you know i am smiling ?"She looks and waits for his eyes to open,for that first look in the morning after.He opens his eyes and then...

"I can feel it inside my chest.Here..."And he points at his heart.His hand brings hers down with his and he lets her feel the beat under their palms.He raises her hand and brings it to his mouth.He turns her palm to his lips and he lets a soft kiss on it.

"Good morning."

"Yeah.It is.Isn`t it ?"Her face aproachs his,her lips connect with his.They kiss.

"What where you thinking just now?"

"About Shaskeapere.Believe it or not.And his sentence."To be or not to be."Foolish really.Don`t even know why i was thinking that in the first place."And she smiled.

"I have and idea."He says."Lets make our own version."To Fuck or not to fuck"What do you say?"He brings her close,ver close.He waits.

"I say.Shakespeare is highly overrated anyway.To fuck it is..."And she laughs...

The End

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