My head rests upon your pillow, twisted in blankets, sheets wrapped around me like a wrestler his opponent. I'm waiting for you to reenter your room. I'm anxious wondering how long it will take you to realize I'm nude beneath all this raveled mess of extreme softness bound around my body.
Then, there you are. smiling. happy, content. speaking lowly. You lay near me. touching my face gently, as you move the hair away from my eyes and mouth. telling me I'm a pretty face with a beautiful soul, you rest your chin against my forehead and before I realize it I'm waking up to your chin against my forehead.
I sneak away, get dressed and return to find you waiting. you have little words to describe much but many words to describe me.
Saying you want to get to know the beauty inside the beauty and understand the beast in her that screams a constant howling cry. You take my hand, look me in the eye and tell me I'm you're best friend.
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