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magic rooms and scented linens
blocks of yellow surround me
though it is dark.
these crisp white sheets bear the fragrance of connected strangers
the cool texture feels sweet on my legs
I wish the pillows more sturdy as the feathers give way to my relaxed state.
heat from you that
I thought I would notice more.
I keep finding your feet have nested under mine
That feeling, that contact (is visible to me) it tingles in my body right now.
one who speaks of love while
finding castles and buliding empires
is a man whose heart needs a home for
security.
Even still, lifting hands to each other, finds simliar
requests darting back and forth
to each.