Daybreak

  • Posted by: CE Newman
  • Created: April 22, 2020
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I would love the way your lips part to sip your espresso, Your fingers delicately plucking the demitasse off the table. Your hands wear the scent of ink - the fragrance of prose, The crisp flutter of pages meshing with your breath. I would love to know the quiet sounds of your morning, The sounds of your sheets rustling as our legs intertwine.

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