I word your whisper, I smell your smell.
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My bed's your bed; my hair your pillow.
My cheeks are damp with kisses you blow.
In my bed - our bed - I want to dwell.
I am a slave stunned of your spell.
Now as I watch the ocean below,
You're in bed staring at the window.
Your cheeks are damp with tears, I can tell.
You dance my dance, I back your back.
You bread my breasts; you nibble my nipples.
I filled the fridge with milk and apples
You won't need me, the body you lack.
But I am your raft, you are my rack.
This separation will be brief and
Your tongue will taste the taste
Of my milk. Promise, I'll be in haste.
I'll be back in three days so I can
Word your whisper, smell your smell.