She does this to me on purpose. Every morning she teases my heart with her sleepy
delicate approach and sexy goodbye whispers.
I hate how she loves to be naked.
I love how she knows I don’t really hate it. My day is a long torture of work, broken with
bits and pieces of her, scattering like confetti across my mind and lips when I
should be focused on ones and zeros. My
mistakes are her fault as I hurry to end another dollar bill made day just so I
can get back to her touch and soft kiss.
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