you stood on my stomach.
your toes curled beneath you
to root yourself in place.
drool dripped from your chin
to my chest and you squealed
in delight as I brought you
to my face to kiss you, slobber and all.
so you stood, rooted to my belly.
you smiled and squealed
again and again
and I felt I could play that game forever.
as long as you smiled.
as long as squealed.
as long as you wanted.
as long as you would.
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