I miss the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
The feel of your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my skin
As you kiss me gently on the shoulder.
And when I whisper "goodnight,"
I need you to draw me close
So I can finally sleep
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 4:23 AM UTC
I miss the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
The feel of your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my skin
As you kiss me gently on the shoulder.
And when I whisper "goodnight,"
I need you to draw me close
So I can finally sleep