The Pillow
Mmmmm, Said she
as she got a whiff of the,
pillow with a squeeze!
Both arms wrapped it with ease.
Hints of Bergamot and Rose petals,
Hmmmmm-
A slight Magnolia hint when it settles.
Cashmere cotton cover indeed,
said she
stroking her cheek on the fleece.
Its so fluffy I can-
Aahhhchoo!
Her face plops right down on the bed and she says,
how neat!
A pillow that moves?
I’ve never had one of these.
A slober here, a lick right there,
Max! Thank God it’s you,
i thought it was a nightmare.
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