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    Like Peddles To The Rose – (Chapter: Sleeping Angels)

    ….Sleeping Angels….

     

    *The only light in the dark room was the
    light cascadingthrough the window from
    the full beautiful moon. but as beautiful as
    that moon is, Its nothing compared to hot
    amazingly beautiful angel sleeping in my bed.*

     

                                                                                                                                   *Her Sweet tone body lying peacfully upon cream
                                                                                                                                   Colored silk sheets. I swear theres nobody on this 
                                                                                                                                    Earth could compare to this Angel that graces me. 
                                                                                          

         *Her light breathing sooths me,
    While just the sight of her long bare legs
    and tone back mussles  arouses me.

    *The sun starts to rise through the dark night
    sky.the golden color of her soft skin basks
    in the early rays on the sun.

    *Theres something so peaceful about watching
    the soft and gental slumber of one of gods own
    angels. Watching the slight rise and fall of her chest.
    The way her soft silky bolnde locks sway softly in the
    easy timid breeze of dawn taking over night.

                                                                                    *With the clock signing just past 6:30Am 
                                                                                       I must retire to the bed where my sleeping 
                                                                                       angel lies. My Angel Spencer.

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