Ain't no morning embraces
No warming cool spaces in my bed...she's in my head.
No caressing
No sighs from a touch
No professing "I love you so much"
Waking to the rhythm of her breath on my neck
composing music to the timing of the rise of her breasts
Watching her sleep half smiling
Image got me wil'in
She's not in my bed
She's in my head...
Haakim Understanding (c) 2017