• natashaolivera 6w

    The sun slips
    through the slats of the blinds.
    The musk of his body
    tickles my nose.
    Rolling over he scoops me
    into his warmth,
    and with sweet, morning
    Eskimo Kisses,
    he awakens my heart.

    -Natasha Olivera
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