Forecast
Miss me like warming up cold feet
under the covers over pillow convos.
The mood hotter than core’s heat,
moisture precipitating in droves.
Senses heartening, beat after beat
chests rising to the occasion, no?
Maybe miss me like love on repeat,
yes?, like love that always seeds to grow.
- Jg

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Excellent write.
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