As you sleep
I watch your face
the face of my Angel
yet I'm running late...
Your breathing---peaceful
the head resting to the right
lids closed tight,
I wonder what you're dreaming?
I'm close enough to smell you...
a sweet, peach scent.
Perhaps it's your soap,
it's part of my addiction, your smell-I'm bent.
I've no time for sleep---but I want to watch.
The eyelashes twitch, at times.
The sheet only covers your core.
I pull it up to your shoulders, so you'll have more.
You exhale, reach for me like I'm Adam.
I mold to you and you gather me close.
I kiss the soft lips, inhaling the sweet stale breath.
Sleeping beside you: that's my new addiction.
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