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i would see you in the bed, with the blanket tucked underneath your big feet which would probably be hanging off the bed because you're so tall. hair smooshed up against a pillow, naked under the sheets. you make little sound other than your slow inhale and exhale sleep suits you wonderfully and i would take off my cardigan then my shirt then my skirt and tights then my socks then my bra then my underwear and for a few seconds, i would be very cold but then, i would peel back the sea of blankets surrounding you and feel the warmth being thrown into the universe by your skin i would i would kiss your shoulder pour myself into the space between your arm and your waist and nestle in deep, breathing in your scent pulling the ocean back over us, not giving you a chance to shudder at the cold. you are musky and soft, the scent of a log cabin in the woods with bread baking inside you are warm enough to bake me. and your warmth fills me up like a cup of love that you will pour for me in the morning
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC
if you were here instead of there
i would see you in the bed, with the blanket tucked underneath your big feet which would probably be hanging off the bed because you're so tall. hair smooshed up against a pillow, naked under the sheets. you make little sound other than your slow inhale and exhale sleep suits you wonderfully and i would take off my cardigan then my shirt then my skirt and tights then my socks then my bra then my underwear and for a few seconds, i would be very cold but then, i would peel back the sea of blankets surrounding you and feel the warmth being thrown into the universe by your skin i would i would kiss your shoulder pour myself into the space between your arm and your waist and nestle in deep, breathing in your scent pulling the ocean back over us, not giving you a chance to shudder at the cold. you are musky and soft, the scent of a log cabin in the woods with bread baking inside you are warm enough to bake me. and your warmth fills me up like a cup of love that you will pour for me in the morning
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC
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