I want this.
Arms to hold me in the darkness
The scent of a man, slightly of earwax, slightly of sweat,
ground down into a pillow
a line of drool pooling from his open lips.
He wakes, eyes on my eyes,
a smile spread at his good fortune
and brushing the hair from my face
kisses for these lips, soft, deep, sloppy and moist
He hugs me to him tight and I'm too hot, but it's skin on skin
and he hums in my ear
I love you, I love you, I love you
more every day
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