itsagirlygirlworld:The Morning After (a Poem for a Princess)She breathes, softly, silently, simply,Each rush of air a whisper of percussion.Her skin is smooth, supple, sweet,My fingers play the harp of leftover goosebumps,I smile and curl closer,My being

itsagirlygirlworld:The Morning After (a Poem for a Princess)She breathes, softly, silently, simply,Each rush of air a whisper of percussion.Her skin is smooth, supple, sweet,My fingers play the harp of leftover goosebumps,I smile and curl closer,My being

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