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Tired

I'm tired, sleepy, exhausted, shot,
slipping, slipping slowly into my dreams.
My eyes are closing, breath is slowing,
our bodies relaxing against the other's form.

A tiny yawn escaping my mouth,
your lips lightly place a kiss upon my forehead.
Softly whispered words of love and comfort,
succumbing to the world of slumber before me.

Cradled close to him in sleep,
my head upon his chest with the soft, comforting noise.
Breathing even, bodies relaxed,
a comfort only found in rest.

I awake and open my eyes,
a frown upon my lips.
You're not here, at least not now,
but soon enough we will. ?




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