You are a soft wind,
Rustling my hair and tugging at my lips.
Trying to pull a smile outta me, no matter the night.
You are a warm blanket.
Fresh out of the dryer.
You embrace me in warmth and comfort.
You change me daily.
And I'm becoming dependent on you.
Like a druggie needs their fix.
I need you.
That was a bad example.
Terrible actually.
But you'd laugh anyway.
You are amazing and individual,
I wonder if you know how amazing I think you are.
Or how much I want to touch your skin.
And let you leave light kisses on my neck.
You are my northern sky.
Made bright by the thoughts of us.
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