Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Personal, Writing

After

Your sheets are soft,

and so is your voice,

when you’re done with me,

discipline disappearing underneath discussion,

as you stroke my hair,

eyes where your hands once were,

with soft kisses joining them

when I fall asleep.

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