Wings

He lay in the grass, eyes half closed, listening to the sound of her breathing. The sun was like a warm caress on his skin, her hands a cool relief on his chest. A haze of turquoise butterflies hovered above their heads and every now and again one would float down to kiss her pale skin. She smiled at him, and that smile held more warmth than the sun that shone down on them.

With an equally heart-felt smile, he closed his eyes and let the sensation of tiny wings beating, wash over him.

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