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My pride and joy
tucked beneath sheets of fabled warmth
are hummed melodies
like harrowing ghosts of giggles
come out to gambol and frolic
on the black heart of insomnia
silent as sighs before kisses
the pillows crusted shell
still hides the sheen of sweat and salty tears
left over from nights
when the nudity of wide eyed whispers
had no match in beauty
the thumb that struck velvet
within the dimple of a smiling cheek
is trapped in the depths
between the threads of empty covers
and the ear
that basked in the glow of hushed tones
is pressed to a pillow
always
missing that fragrant shade of heat
pride abandoned in deserted sheets
demands it's pound of flesh
do you only think of her when your lonely
or is the caress of her loving thoughts
the only thing worth pining for?
are hummed melodies
like harrowing ghosts of giggles
come out to gambol and frolic
on the black heart of insomnia
silent as sighs before kisses
the pillows crusted shell
still hides the sheen of sweat and salty tears
left over from nights
when the nudity of wide eyed whispers
had no match in beauty
the thumb that struck velvet
within the dimple of a smiling cheek
is trapped in the depths
between the threads of empty covers
and the ear
that basked in the glow of hushed tones
is pressed to a pillow
always
missing that fragrant shade of heat
pride abandoned in deserted sheets
demands it's pound of flesh
do you only think of her when your lonely
or is the caress of her loving thoughts
the only thing worth pining for?
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