The Drool On Your Pillow Sometimes when I wake up I turn over to see your face Your face against the pillow This times seems a waste Why should I peer into your soul If your soul is asleep But if I wake you up now The spell will brake So I just keep looking, staring at your face Your short hair is wet from your shower Water as hot as if you were cooking Your mouth is slightly open And though you deny it There is a little drool on your pillow The drool on your pillow isn't gross But instead feels a part of you If you turn over I will fall back asleep Is you stay I will stay also Eventually I sleep Not even knowing until you wake me up By kissing my cheek With your mouth that drooled on your pillow.
Respect!
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Katie Heckman
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