Opium

An opium evening

We laze with one another,

Folding into peach and tan

 

Your head nuzzled into my soft chest,

The breaths spilling from you in relaxed sighs

 

I caress your lovely hair and kiss

Your perfect face;

Your tiny, freckled nose

 

No words are exchanged

 

It becomes almost impossible to move

Our bodies will us to stay this way forever

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