I woke

I woke
missing you so much

Your scent
the sound of your body
breathing

Little growling breaths
between my sighs

Sometimes you sleep
– the curve of your back
to me

And I can approach you
like a warm wave

And run my palm over
the rising slope
from waist to hip

And kiss your shoulder
softly, breathing in the back
of your neck where you smell
so perfectly you.

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