Sleeping alone in the kitchen
White porcelain skin
Glassy in the the breaking light
Cold against my fingertips
She moans and shivers awake
I warm her from the inside out
With my lips to hers
She returns the favor
We sit silently
Listening to the sparrows and the mist
And she empties herself for me
Just so I can fill her up again
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