Mystery Man
I love these moments
Waking up and still feeling the heat that filled me up while I was dreaming of him
Touching me deeper than humanly possible.
I lay there, trembling, unable to catch an even breath. My toes are tingling and I'm unable to move.
He does this to me in my mere sleep. Whoever he is, I often wonder if he is real.
His leather jacket.
His chewed up pencil.
Dark hair, broad shoulders, and light stubble.
This mystery man.
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