You woke with her fingers playingwith yours/ soft, slow, tangling, slipping free, dancing between.
But as you took that first real breath, she dissapeared, leaving behind the scent of her skin, the heat of her body, but nothing else.
You woke with her fingers playingwith yours/ soft, slow, tangling, slipping free, dancing between.
But as you took that first real breath, she dissapeared, leaving behind the scent of her skin, the heat of her body, but nothing else.