You are sleeping. Your shirt and printed pants on, your eyes are closed.
Peaceful.
Your hair is adrift on your face.
Your sweet scent leaves your hair and body. It seeps thru the pillow and sheets
It is my turn to sleep. I smell the traces of your scent.
I love your scent, a breezy summer afternoon kind of scent.
Soft sniff.
I dream about you. I was on you.
Peaceful.
Your hair is adrift on your face.
Your sweet scent leaves your hair and body. It seeps thru the pillow and sheets
It is my turn to sleep. I smell the traces of your scent.
I love your scent, a breezy summer afternoon kind of scent.
Soft sniff.
I dream about you. I was on you.
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