It's dark.
The fan blows hot air.
Sweat beads on my skin.
Wide awake, naked and roasting in bed,
hoping the still night coughs up a breeze,
like the last chocolate at the bottom
of the box.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
It's dark.
The fan blows hot air.
Sweat beads on my skin.
Wide awake, naked and roasting in bed,
hoping the still night coughs up a breeze,
like the last chocolate at the bottom
of the box.