When I awoke there was a longing in my bed.
It was not there when I went to sleep, I examined the covers carefully. It must have snuck in during the night to escape the cold.
It's like that, attracted to body heat, and one is never enough.
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Redefining Love
المغامرةThis collection of poems, short stories and experiences will leave you either emotional or nodding your head in agreement. Created to mend a broken heart, this piece was designed to help anyone out there who is either feeling alone or going through...
