Tonight I’m feeling nostalgia
Over that dream I had of him
The one where he’s  licking my skin
And whispering into my hair like feathers from a pillow fight
All the while his fingers prowl through my insides
Curling up beneath my rib cage
He used my blood as his poetry
As it’s Thrumming through my veins,
Still i sighed only his name
Sweating, peeling myself from his evening steam,
Under the sheets he is hot
So hot I cracked the window and our breath escaped
Swirling over mount Rainier
Our bodies Bathing in the city lights
Even at night the sirens can croon us to sleep
I dream bright flashes of his bright love,
While these words he says to me
“Such a beauty..”
With buttery eyes in the morning-
He rolled over and asked me what I wanted for breakfast
Maybe eggs
But looks like I had butterflies instead
His name  still escapes my lips like bubble gum
While I’m Brainstorming the song of his voice played over and over
Plastered there like a radio ad
I’m Tuned into his FM
Yeah my baby
Yeah my honey
Yeah my sweet
Tonight my nostalgia is you