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Love, Sexuality


I wait for you to wake up

You turn and adjust

You smile at me and squeeze my butt

You don’t wake

I’m like a kid waiting to open a present

You’ve told me you hate to be woken up

So I turn beside you impatiently

I wonder if kissing you counts as waking you up

Whether this will upset you; disorient you; make you angry

I write for what seems like ages

Still you don’t wake

I finally give up and leave you to your dream state

It’s beautiful outside so I go to breathe in the mountain air

Greet the new day and wait for you to wake up so we can start all over again

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3 thoughts on “Present

  1. I hope he wakes up pretty soon or this kid won’t get to open her present.

    Posted by Kwadwo | January 25, 2014, 1:48 PM
  2. Hmm! what a present it will be!

    Posted by readinpleasure | January 29, 2014, 10:54 AM

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