WHERE THE WILD THINGS PLAY

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The end of the day
I crash into you

You embrace me with soft springy
open arms
I rest my noggin on your pillows
to drown myself in Z'ss

Barley 10 seconds pass and I am gone
into a world of flying microwaves and a pink elephant
named Horton

Your silk smooth covers engulf the entirety of me
keep out the chill keep in the hope
you seduce me every night with promises
of nothing but
Comfort

beneath your sheets I'm in nirvana
the only thing left to desire is you





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