5AM

She woke me at 5AM

 

She wasn't here. I'm not sure where she was. But she woke me.

 

Her scent.

 

Her curves.

 

Her skin.

 

Her lips.

 

That subtle curve of her neck.

 

Her delicate hands.

 

The flow of her jet black jet hair.

 

The heat of her breasts pressed against me.

 

The whisper of kiss me please.

 

They all woke me at 5AM.

 

Wake me again tomorrow.

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