In your sleep,
Let me be your pillow;
And hug me tight,
Bear me in your arms,
And caress your skin,
Bring me near to your face,
That I may listen your breathe;
Until, I doze off to sleep.
In your thirst,
Let me be your glass;
To be touched by your fingers
And taste your lips,
Savor the freshness of your breathe,
In my lips, your sweetness would linger.
In your loneliness,
Let me be your pen;
That I may feel the warmth of your skin,
And scribble all your thoughts,
Uncover all your feelings,
And express all the love within.
mAia
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