i long for the nights where i can play connect the dots with the beauty marks on your back and tickle you with butterfly kisses until you wake and kiss me back.
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PoesíaI was a flower starting to wilt before you showed up and began watering my petals. © Christine Marie 2017
forty-seven
i long for the nights where i can play connect the dots with the beauty marks on your back and tickle you with butterfly kisses until you wake and kiss me back.
