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Awww.... The perfect place;
Gentle reclining position,
laptop atop of my thighs,
apple spice dripping down my throat.
Fingers typing,
mind emptying,
emotions flowing.
Music going into my ears,
words going out of my body...
A poem is being born.
Gentle reclining position,
laptop atop of my thighs,
apple spice dripping down my throat.
Fingers typing,
mind emptying,
emotions flowing.
Music going into my ears,
words going out of my body...
A poem is being born.
♠ ♠ ♠
Hope you liked it! (Apple spice; a mix of hot apple juice, caramel, whipped cream, and special Starbucks mix.)