Today I found you in my solitude.
The rain dripped off the edge of the roof as I curled up with a cup of coffee and watched it fall.
Rubbing sleep from my half opened eyes and stretching out I leaned onto the wall.
A warmth covered my arms and the nostalgia of a scent made my senses swim
I could imagine the scratchiness of your beard as I nuzzled into your face and the lazy stretch of your muscles as you opened your arms to accommodate me.
All too easily, as always.
I would turn around and breathe in a scent comforting yet heady. It would calm me down and set my senses at alert at the same time.
You would look in my eyes and I would look back, for a second, I could never take anymore
You would smile and I would lean in and kiss it
Our lips would fall into their own lazy rhythm as our wandering hands would never stop looking for more.
This strong yearning to touch everywhere as if my hands were on fire and only your skin could soothe.
Hearts racing we would collide, then smile, then kiss, then disappear into a world only ours forever and always.
A horn blaring on the street downstairs reminded me of where I was.
Looking down forlornly at my now cold cup of coffee, I yearned for you. Like always.
A rainy afternoon past and you had creeped into my solitude again, like you had into my heart.
The rain dripped off the edge of the roof as I curled up with a cup of coffee and watched it fall.
Rubbing sleep from my half opened eyes and stretching out I leaned onto the wall.
A warmth covered my arms and the nostalgia of a scent made my senses swim
I could imagine the scratchiness of your beard as I nuzzled into your face and the lazy stretch of your muscles as you opened your arms to accommodate me.
All too easily, as always.
I would turn around and breathe in a scent comforting yet heady. It would calm me down and set my senses at alert at the same time.
You would look in my eyes and I would look back, for a second, I could never take anymore
You would smile and I would lean in and kiss it
Our lips would fall into their own lazy rhythm as our wandering hands would never stop looking for more.
This strong yearning to touch everywhere as if my hands were on fire and only your skin could soothe.
Hearts racing we would collide, then smile, then kiss, then disappear into a world only ours forever and always.
A horn blaring on the street downstairs reminded me of where I was.
Looking down forlornly at my now cold cup of coffee, I yearned for you. Like always.
A rainy afternoon past and you had creeped into my solitude again, like you had into my heart.
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