After Hours
Deep in the night
I lay awake, alone-
Thinking of your touch as light-
Tempted to pick up my phone
Craving you by my side
To keep me warm;
Wrapped in your hide:
Sheltered during the storm
Your hands are cold
But lips are hot against mine;
Chin hair on my cheeks that you hold,
While cracking smiles and laughs sounding fine
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