spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Wake up, open my eyes
Think of you
Stretch, roll over
Think of you
Cup of coffee
Think of you
Cook a meal
Think of you
Fold the laundry
Think of you
Take a nap
Think of you
Go outside
Think of you
On a drive
Think of you
At the beach
Think of you
Stare into space
Think of you
Brush my hair
Think of you
Take off my clothes
Think of you
Lay down at night
Think of you
See your pillow
Think of you
Touch myself
Think of you
Phone rings…
Please be you
©️tara caribou – 2017
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