Morning
Added 2019-07-09 12:56:37 +0000 UTCI wish you could touch me in the morning. Sleepy stretches, sleepy fingers, long languid sighs. I want your hands to feel how soft my skin is after I dream of you, how my hair tumbles across the pillow as rays of sunlight sneak through the curtain.
You were an afternoon delight, the high sun lighting your room, lighting your photos, lighting your face. I wonder what the soft morning light looks like in your space. How does the sun creep in?
Do you think of me in the mornings? When the birds are singing and the city starts to hum?
