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Jan 2018
As I lay here,
Concentrating on the sound of your snores.
Listening to the background music of our fan.
Holding you close tonight.
Smelling the mix of our sweat
from the nights summers heat.
I close my eyes and think.
Thinking of your every heartbeat.
This is my favorite thing you see?
Staying up late as you soundly sleep.
I trace your face.
Falling in love more and more every night.
There's something about it.
So innocent and so pure.
It leaves me wanting more and more.
Like getting drunk on power.
It's different though.
Very much, almost completely.
Like I'm drowning in a pool made of gold.
So rich and so meaningful.
Everyone's longing for it,
But this is my secret gold.
My personal power to intoxicate through my skin.
Breathing in the world your arms alone provide.
I know I should sleep,
But watching your innocence peek
Is much more pleasing
It's a nightly ritual that I soak up your soul.
Because every night I fall in love.
Like a fool soaking in a pool of gold.
Crystalmcconnell
Written by
Crystalmcconnell  21/F/Garland
(21/F/Garland)   
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