Her breath.

Her breath was as warm as a sweet summers day against my skin. As I laid there, she trailed delicate kisses up my oddly curved, stretch mark covered stomach. No matter how unperfect I was, she always made me feel like the most amazing, breathtaking girl that had ever existed.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Wrote this a while ago, based off an even older dream.

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