Late Nights - Poem by Lipstick Casanova
Come closer, My Angel
Press your body tight against mine,
And grip that pillow close, baby, tonight.
Let me hear your breath,
Tumble down, over your pillow
And roll across the sheets.
Sleep well, My Princess
For all is heavy in your sleepy head
Just let me listen while you're drifting, sweetly off
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