Shoved to Them
Plump baby hands reach up and grab my face.
With squeals and croaky laughter,
she pulls me to her for a jubilant baby kiss.
Crooning love, sparkling eyes, trilling babbles
Slobber runs down my cheeks.
Joy unconfined.
Plump baby hands reach up and grab my face.
With squeals and croaky laughter,
she pulls me to her for a jubilant baby kiss.
Crooning love, sparkling eyes, trilling babbles
Slobber runs down my cheeks.
Joy unconfined.
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