_____ by Pondripple

Seven months after
wondering intensly, feeling and
studying the other side of
my futon
The throw pillow warmed from
the weight of my arm
and not another woman's breath
from deep slumber
Unwrinkled sheets occupied
the space where she's
supposed to be
I've found her, my love, my boo's the
new welcome resident on
the futon with me
breathing, dreaming, this
new occupant is cumming
and before she leaves
she'll sleep.

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