I want to
sleep with you.
I don’t
mean have sex.
I mean
sleep. Together.
Under my
blankets. In my bed.
With my
hand on your chest.
And your
arm around me.
With the
window cracked.
So it’s
chilly and we have to cuddle closer.
No talking.
Just sleepy,
blissfully happy, silence.
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