daydreams

Posted by: Carlos Hurworth on: June 30, 2009

the rain falls like mist outside

a bright grey sky washes behind the proud old buildings

when i close my eyes, she reaches over my shoulders and bites my bare chest while i type.

i love the way she smells,

though the way she feels i do love more.

i pause from my writing as she wraps her arms around me,

kiss her beautiful face.

breathe,

a sigh

i melt back into life again…

Carlos Hurworth

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