You are in my head – sleeping soundlessly against the hymns of the ocean’s subtle waves. Before your first snore has erupted, I pull the white comforter up to your chin – just the height you desire. I graze my lips upon your forehead and take your vanilla scent into my nostrils. I slide my fingers across the smooth skin of your face – indulging my tongue with your velvet flavor. I repress a sigh before I turn off the lamplight beside your bed. I go out to the balcony and smoke – before I wake up.
I wish you are here in reality.
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