I place your pillow,
tight to my face.
I'm smothering in
your scent.
For the moment,
you are here.
Pressing my
body with yours.
Wild dances,
played on sheets.
I replace the pillow,
wet with tears.
A contest entry
- Who Do You Love? (I WARN YOU... IT'S EXTREMELY CHALLENGING!) by Cherokee.
750 points, ended September 15, 2007, 22 entries
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