March 17, 2011
those soft, velvet pants, so smooth on my hands,
your fluffy, white hair, perfectly
curled, fixed just right on top of your head.
the light smell of fried chicken,
and tresor perfume wafting through the air,
the soft sound of country songs being hummed, cascading around my ears.
all spreading love straight through my veins, i am weightless.

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