He thinks I'm pretty when I sleep
Hair tousled , helter skelter,strands everywhere
Mouth open slight sounds of distant snores
He thinks I'm pretty when I sleep
Dreaming in his lap unconscious of every awkward move and contorted shape
Belly grumbling, nose wheezing, nighttime pimples slowly rising
Soft strokes and a gentle kiss
Because he thinks I'm pretty when I sleep
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