Poem for her 429

Dear Readers,


Dear Reader


Hi there dear,
I know that you love my musings
I love your blonde hair
I know that you fall asleep when I talk
I love your ankles
I like to lick them
I know you are likely giggling now
You know things I don't know
I know thing I don't know
Yes it is late
But you are hopefully asleep when I post this
But knowing you and knowing things
The dawn is near and things make noises
So I lick your shoulder
Thousands of sweet nothings fall on you
Soaking into you and pillow
And they all say

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.