You are here in my arms, being your naughty self, playing, hollering, and then as you get tired you lie down on my chest and sleep. I don’t move an inch, my baby. I don’t want this dream to be broken again.
In a reverie
You are here in my arms, being your naughty self, playing, hollering, and then as you get tired you lie down on my chest and sleep. I don’t move an inch, my baby. I don’t want this dream to be broken again.
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