Hour 16 – Dawn

Each morning you

navigate without

opening your eyes

into the hollow

between my neck and thighs

nibbling my arm

like a toothless zombie.

You fit right in

the warmth of your skin

permeates mine

as your tiny fingers

tug my hair.

I chuckle at your sleepy grunts

as you kick off the blanket

I sneakily put on you,

pulling my limbs to wrap you instead.

Whiffs of your shampoo

fill up my lungs as I

run my finger down your side,

you giggle and squirm

digging deeper

your head on my heart

that thumps with the bliss

you bring.

 

 

 

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