to make a fool of me in strains of the heat
that pulls me from slumber into the depths of awake
where i see your pretty little head breathing softly
and your eyes closed lightly, your hair mussed
yet smooth, and your soft hands rest deeply
under your pretty little head, where your lips
stay flat and tell mine to back away, as just one kiss
would disturb your sleep and your pretty little head
(with its one-two rolls from my body) keep on
resting, forever pulling your pretty little head away
from my unpretty thing
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