you try to drag me into your bohemian dancing

she was laying beside me, naked except by a white sheet and a faded lipstick. I ran my nose above her spine, barely touching; she shivered.
- baby?
- hm?
- I wrote you a song.
she squeezed my hand, but didn't open her eyes:
- that's great, C. can I listen to it tomorrow, when I'm awake and coherent?
- yeah. sleep tight, love.
I put another pillow under her feet, and kissed her toes. she moved in her sleep and let her perfect nipple show. I kissed it too.
she smelled like a baby, but God, she ain't one.