Midnight Embrace
A familiar scent fills the room,
It's a pleasant musk.
I don't have to look,
I know it's you.
I smile as you approach,
Cautiously so not to wake me.
As you slip into bed,
I turn over to greet you.
You reach over running tired fingers through my hair,
Pressing lips to mine,
And I am lost in your kiss.
© Crystal Middlemas
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