The cold air blows through my hair and dances with my body. Longing for the warmth you carry from your head to your finger tips. To feel your hand roll down my side. Searching , grasping the essence of my heart. How I miss the the music in your chest as I lay on top of you, hearing the beats as you whisper the words I love you amongst your breath. I love you too.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC
The cold air blows through my hair and dances with my body. Longing for the warmth you carry from your head to your finger tips. To feel your hand roll down my side. Searching , grasping the essence of my heart. How I miss the the music in your chest as I lay on top of you, hearing the beats as you whisper the words I love you amongst your breath. I love you too.
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