I fall asleep and dream
of freckles spread like constellations across your nose
galaxies in your eyes
and a universe in your soul.
I imagine your lips taste like sugar
and your touch on my face and my hips
lights up my world like the fourth of July.
Your laugh sounds like summer
and your voice is blue skies
I will sing every one of your favorite songs until my throat is sore
and love you from afar, my dear
I could live in your embrace forever
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Unsent Letters.
Short StoryA handful of letters that will never quite get to its intended recipient. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED.
