Creating… Miranda

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Creating… a poem at 3am

At 3am he couldn’t sleep. So, I wrote him this poem.

Silence. Darkness. Warmth. As my hand gently pets that sweet spot of skin at the cup of your hip, resting in the hollow for more sleep.

Silence. Darkness. Warmth. As our breath evens out in the soft melody of contented sleep.

Silence. Darkness. Warmth. As we dream of the future.


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