Armed to the teeth
with
teeth
(all newly acquired)
you delight
in biting me
leaving little
indented marks
like moons
that glow on my arms.
“Don’t let her bite you like that! ”
Her mother scolds
both her & me.
I laugh.
“Let her practice! ”
My flesh willing to be
bitten
to ease her
teething troubles.
she looks up
at me
(all chortles and drool)
takes another
nip of me
“Naw...naw...naw! ”
gnawing at my flesh
smiling up at me
with all her little teeth.
I kiss her
on the top of her
adorable
head
ddorned with
a classic kiss curl.
“Da...da...da! ”
she thanks me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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