I want to crawl into a hole
made of blankets white and pressed
just to wrinkle them a little
and create lumps in this bed.
Please pat them out if you truly
wish,
but there will be retaliation
in childish giggling fits.
with puppy-snout sounds
and eskimo kisses
because my favorite place to be
as of the moment,
is my nose tucked in your shoulder
smelling of you until my tongue
tastes sweet of burberry brit.
because against my cheeks is the
only place your tshirt really fits.
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