but yet neither of us could manage to fall asleep.
The size of the bed, was barely big enough for both of us,
But that night, I learned that the less space
between us was always for the better.
The spattering and trickling sound of raindrops, from the broken rain drain from the roof,
was slowly becoming our favorite soundtrack.
And every inch of your gentle skin
would soon become my safest place.
But it was in the way you touched me that even
a novel of description couldn't do it justice.
Those perfect lips, were becoming my favorite taste.
And how do I describe the way it seemed as though your
fingers were making love to the scars along my thighs?
Or how a part of me would somehow come alive,
when you would sigh right in my eardrum?
No matter how much it seemed we were drifting into slumber,
I would never forget a single detail,
because that was the moment
that I knew I only wanted you.
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