As I rest my warm cheek
On the cool pillow,
I imagine it is your bosom.
I trace my fingers and
Imagine it is your arm,
Goose bumped by the cold
And my breath on your ears.
You let out a soft groan
As you squirm and shift
And I bury my face deeper,
Inhaling deeply your scent.
I kiss you and you sleepily
Push my face away
Crooning my name.
Then your hazel eyes open
And you stare at me mysteriously;
And I wonder
How can I not help but
Be in love with you?
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