"good morning, baby," you whisper into my ear from behind me. i don't move. your lips find their way to my collarbone and you press them to my skin gently. i awaken and groggily whine your name. i try to turn away but you catch me in your arms and hold me tight against your chest as i squirm and moan in complaint. you flip us so i'm underneath you and pin me down. now i'm full on laughing and wrestling, because we're just two little kids tangled in a little somethin' called love.
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ampersand
Poetrya collection of trash poetry from a girl who tries to treat people with kindness although many have been unkind to her
