Every Night

Every night, I wake from my tossing and turning
With the image of the same vixen.
She's more than that to me now,
She has brought me love and I've given it back.
As she runs her hands through my hair,
Her voice slithers through my ears,
Speaking of her unbridled love.
As we float through beautiful parks,
She steals my attention
And I heel the whole way.
But every night, I slip under my covers
As the light dies
And I can't help but cry,
Thinking of my love in the bed that she lay.





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