A Nymph in the Night by Ronin

I still dream about her sometimes. She comes to me in my sleep. She slips her lips over mine, stealing my silence from me.
She comes into my bed, with only the darkness clothing her.
I can feel her heart beat…and her skin…soft to the touch.
Being with her, having her, takes me.
And in that moment, I arrive where I am always trying to go.
A place I am not even sure I will ever see.
Suddenly, I open my eyes, looking at the ceiling of a Red Roof Inn.
With only the pain in my heart to remind me where I could’ve been.

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