Vetements de Nuit

I am warmest when I am wrapped in you


I recall the whispered dreams we share,

curled so close together we take the space of one.


Your whispers will always be,

the beat to which I set my rhythm.


I sigh as I melt into your soft embrace,

the feel of you on my skin,

makes me never want to leave our home.


Stepping in from the blizzard outside,

I can hear your whispers calling me.


Quiet rustles mark the sound,

as I shed my clothes,


and fall into you

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