I could drown in your mouth.
Feet against your chest
Chin on my knees
You smile down at me.
I would do dishes for this man.
Saturday, May 9, 2009
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Where the Gingerbread Girl publishes poetry and other creative writing in addition to recording the progress of whatever project she happens to be working on at the time.
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