Merging souls and leaving my earrings on your bedside table
Your window is cracked open, the curtain gently dancing with the cold night air
You’ve shut off the light allowing the street lamps outside to provide the warm glow on our skin
We whisper for hours, giggling at the goosebumps I get when you drag the tips of your fingers down my back
I’m falling asleep to the sound of your voice lost in sharing a memory
Your voice caresses me to sleep
And I can’t wait to see you in the morning
Page artwork; Something’s There by Liliana Navarro
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