i miss that warm feeling of a body being pressed against mine.
thin sheets falling into the nooks and crannies between our bodies and curled up limbs.
the glow of her skin as the first stream of light breaks through the blinds.
the millions of dust particles dancing gracefully through the air.
only to be caught for a split second in the beam of light breaking the darkness.
then off into oblivion.
the sound of her heart beating, muffled by layers of skin and bone.
just barely audible with and ear pressed tight against her breast.
the consistent rhythm of the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes through her dreams.
that soft warm bare flesh pressed against mine.
breathing in and out through those dreams.
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