Most nights
I want someone
whose hands will find a niche
in the hollows of my silhouette
where my hips kiss my ribs
hello and goodbye
and whose head will rest between *******
that he bared only hours before.
Most nights
I want to wake and say
"Hello, duvet - "
to the dizzy dark haired
man of my dreams.
But tonight,
I will sleep alone -
and not feel it.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
Most nights
I want someone
whose hands will find a niche
in the hollows of my silhouette
where my hips kiss my ribs
hello and goodbye
and whose head will rest between *******
that he bared only hours before.
Most nights
I want to wake and say
"Hello, duvet - "
to the dizzy dark haired
man of my dreams.
But tonight,
I will sleep alone -
and not feel it.
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