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1.2.17 Better Than Those Fucking Sheep

Supaul ~ a poem ~

Lately,
he’s been my
waking dream
just before I
sleep.

His hands
squeeze
my hips.

His lips,
light kisses
at the base
of my neck.

His nose
tickles me
a little.

I giggle,
then nestle
into him.

One arm
under
my pillow,
the other
draped
with mine.

Our fingers
interlock
and rest over
my heart.

Eyes closed,
I drift off
to sleep.


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