I want you back in my bed

I want you back in my bed,
slithering over the covers of my duvet,
slinking closer to kiss and caress me

I want you back in my bed,
writhing and moaning underneath me,
a gasping hot mess,
a volcano about to blow

I want you back in my bed,
your arms twined around me,
your head resting on my chest

I miss being in the same bed,
the sheets mussed,
our closeness almost uncomfortable
like a stitch in my side

I want to be back in the same house as you,
laughing, watching anime, and eating popcorn
spooning on the large sectional


By Meghan B.

Hello! Thanks for checking out my blog! Despite being 29, I haven't lost my sense of child-like wonder for the world around me. I've been making up stories my whole life: My imaginative play with toys as a child has grown up with me, maturing into my imaginative wordplay with fantasy and sci-fi prose as well as free-verse poetry. I thrive on creating something with my hands and with my mind, using either my pen or my keyboard. When I'm not reading, writing, or knitting (or realistically, working), I'm watching Netflix, gaming, or hanging out with the people I love most: my friends, my family, or my boyfriend.


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