You blinked the hypnotic sting of sleep away,
your eyes the difference between lanterns and torches,
and spoke a sentence you would not remember.
After falling back into a dream your breasts spilled over the blanket
and I watched your soft skin tighten with the cold
for a few long moments
and then I put the blanket over your chest
and went to make myself breakfast.
your eyes the difference between lanterns and torches,
and spoke a sentence you would not remember.
After falling back into a dream your breasts spilled over the blanket
and I watched your soft skin tighten with the cold
for a few long moments
and then I put the blanket over your chest
and went to make myself breakfast.
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