It came from my head and my heart.

I lay here in bed, smoking my cigarette, watching you as you play your guitar. I want to touch you, but your eyes are closed, into your music, I’m afraid I would startle you. I do not know how to get your attention. Silly, I know, after all we are not new. As I gaze off into my smoke, I imagine…
I crawl over to you, wrap my legs around you, your back to my front. I kiss your neck and run my finger nails down your back.
Eyes in focus again, I lay there smoking my cigarette watching you and your guitar.
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