My fuzzy memory can't put together how we got on the subject, still up at 7AM with the sun slowly starting to pierce through the grey, but you, naked and reciting Shakespeare is something I'll never forget. After hours of kissing, too tired to move or to cum, we somehow could still not stop talking. You found 'To be or not to be' through eyes half closed, and muttered it into my pillow so quickly and low I could barely hear it, but was forced to pull my leadened body up over your frame to kiss your lips on that side of your faced placed away from my sight, all the same, for the beauty of that act. I think you smiled, if weakly, and I settled back into the covers and listened to your breath fall, laying back to sleep on your skin.

Tired. But happy for all of the pillow talk and Hamlet.

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