My thigh rests across both yours,
My lips on your shoulder,
Dark,
You whisper,
Then silence.
A question
I realise,
Half asleep,
I miss it.
"Yes", I guess.
You roll over,
Snuggle your bum,
Against me.
Sling my arm across you,
Like a blanket.
For once, my shot in the dark,
Hits the mark.
Parkstreet
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