Natasha Elizabeth Beatrice Williams (30/11/1994 / Birmingham)
Here In Your Arms
I get this strangest tingle at night.
Not one you're thinking..
Just a tingle. Like a kiss or a love bite.
Just something small, almost like blinking.
Then it gets better.
Arms around my waist, kisses on my shoulder.
Sweet nothings in my ear, like a whispered love letter.
Strokes along my side, a soft hand over my stomach boulder.
As I wake,
Arms disappear, kisses waste away.
Sweet nothings are nothing, kept at bay.
Warm soft feelings melt away into my empty bed, as if faked.
My empty shell moves out of my bed, hopeless, and lost.
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