It's 2 in the morning and here I am
Laying awake, staring at the ceiling,
Thinking of you and your dreams...
Thinking of those beautiful lips
Pressed hard again as the my lips,
Breathing me in like the fresh air
You've fought so hard to capture...
Your fingers on my hips pulling me
Closer to you, wrapping me tightly
Around you like your favorite sheet,
Your fingers in my hair, gripping me tightly,
You desperate need so evidently entangled
With my desperate need to pull you
Closer and closer into me.
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