I dreamt that I woke up to the sight of you.
Our legs were still intertwined,
Bare like the entirety of our bodies.
Squinty-eyed and morning breath.
I never cared,
The sight of you was a gift.
I swear you have an internal heater.
Either that or you’re a vacuum
Based on my collarbone covered in lust.
I woke up and you weren’t here. Again.
My doctor says I should be getting more sleep.
But, imagining you’re still here is
My worst nightmare.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 1:40 PM UTC
I dreamt that I woke up to the sight of you.
Our legs were still intertwined,
Bare like the entirety of our bodies.
Squinty-eyed and morning breath.
I never cared,
The sight of you was a gift.
I swear you have an internal heater.
Either that or you’re a vacuum
Based on my collarbone covered in lust.
I woke up and you weren’t here. Again.
My doctor says I should be getting more sleep.
But, imagining you’re still here is
My worst nightmare.
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