My body language
Is currently dependent
by your essence.
Your chest my favorite cushion
Your arms my favorite couch
to crash on
Perfectly conforming
to the shape of my head.
When I am here I am at peace
No matter the time or the place.
Visibly I appear sleep
to the outside world
But in your arms,
I am free to be
Living my perfect dream
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