Tonight, in my bedroom, it’s very quiet. I lay in my bed alone listening to the still of the night. The lights are off, but the moon shines in through the shutters then onto my bed and the ceiling above.
My thin nightgown barely covers my perfectly coiffed desire, and outlines my breasts, which stand at attention pushing defiantly against the soft fabric.
I’m laying here thinking of you.
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