As I lay dreaming thoughts of you are streaming in a cloud like smoke. Unprovoked my mind wanders down the length of you and back again.
Drinking your lips and inhaling your breath. You make erect the hairs on my neck when your mouth nears my ear.
Whispering promises brings hope. On a slippery slope we tread lightly hands clasped around noose and rope with our lips locked tightly.
I search my memory for your grin. I can't wait for this to end and for us to begin. Writhing around in my bed with your name on my lips I sniff the air for the scent of your skin but nothing's there.
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