It's 5am, I'm

It's 5am, I'm lost

She's on my mind and my breath

I turn around to her next to me

I sigh

Not out of exhaustion or desperation 

But because I am so overwhelmed by her

Her ups and her downs her smiles and her frowns

All of which I can never get enough of 

Bringing my face close to hers I brush her cheek with my lips

Shudders echo through my body like it were a pincushion 

But they don't hurt. 

Endorphins and adrenaline are rushing through my veins and my heart feels like it's hit terminal velocity

I adore every inch of her. Head to toe and back up again, a million times over. 

Then I wake. To find that it really is 5am, and that after going to bed only an hour previously I know that I won't be graced with another dream or slumber again. I sit up and close my eyes. And I try and remember everything that I saw. Everything I felt 

I miss her

So when you ask me why I had three cups of coffee before dusk, now you know

It's because I just can't get enough of her 

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