Warm, Wet and Willing

Why did we sleep for so long?

Wrapped in crisp white sheets, your eyes on me as you offer me a drag of your last cigarette. Instead, I inhale you, a breath of fresh air filling my lungs. We end up talking for another hour or so, your attention never divided to anything else and that feels like endless days when it's daytime and endless nights when it is night. You traveled to the lightness with me, and space is no dark, empty and passive container. And because of this and so much more, I want to never say goodbye to you. I want it all, I am breathless.

But why did we sleep for so long?

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