11.
late at night
your breathing lulls me to sleep
wish me sweet dreams
*
exhausted
i fold into your embrace
the rustling of sheets
*
it’s quiet now
a glass of good whisky
warms my throat
your breathing lulls me to sleep
wish me sweet dreams
i fold into your embrace
the rustling of sheets
a glass of good whisky
warms my throat
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