the morning after we make love there are dews
outside your window
your room smells like vanilla cakes and bamboos
you woke up earlier, i feel the emptiness
and the food you left does smell good
im craving
i see your empty coffee cup
kissing on its side where your lipstick mark lied
i luv thee
the morning after we make love i stay a while
your rooms felt like you
gives me comfort zone i need
breathing your scent down into my lungs
i lay on your tub, imagining youre here
using your towel to wrap my body and leave it
damp somewhere on the edge
looking at pictures of you and me
on your table, on tour wall
on your refrigerator
there i find your love note
"i kiz thee"
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