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January 7, 2005
I enjoy running my fingers through his hair and gently massaging his scalp. I love when he snuggles against my breasts, as I cradle him lovingly. His hands soothingly stroke me. His mouth teasing my nipples. He becomes so relaxed, he falls asleep. He looks like a little boy when he is sleeping. Closing my eyes tightly, I pray with all my heart for time to stand still, so that I might enjoy our heaven one moment longer. And when he opens those dark, brown, eyes, and smiles at me, I am happy.

And this is how I die. Happy.