you were sound asleep
clinging to my body as if i were your personal pillow.
it’s not that i minded, for i craved your touch
all this time.
your body began to stir,
your grasp tightening once more
around my body while
your breath fanned my nape
as you mumbled “brooklyn”,
which was nowhere near my name.
YOU ARE READING
Intoxicated
RomanceA boy, a girl, and a bottle of booze. © tilmorning. The third installment, following the stories 'something' & 'where we fell'.
