My sweet baby,
my bitter tasting lips caress your face. My hands find a home on your breast bone. I find it to be love when you make me crawl across the floor. I find it to be love when you twirl your finger around my tiny body. Separated from the world, but still charging towards you as if we have been with out each other for years.
Take your eyes and search for a reason to say no. Let me drag you near the ocean. Let me slip inside for awhile. I want to be the one who has the last breath, the last memory. You have given me all I have wanted, except this one thing. Let me have it and pour it in a pitcher. Serve it around the courses of meals. Let me taste you for an eternity, hold you in the palm of my hand for a lifetime. Always have you around my pocket.
I want you on my hip at all times. It's absurd of me, but please let me have you.
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