Me
My favorite mornings
Are those when you choose
To slip into me.
I hug your body
Keeping you warm
Making myself needed.
I swing wildly around your waist
With every step you take
Admiring your poise.
Sometimes the boys
Try to rid me of you
But I never let them.
On those nights
When you safely tuck me into your drawer
I silently plea that you will pick me
To wear tomorrow.
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