spinning

my head is spinning dear

but I am grinning

recollecting our

sneezing, coughing

hugging and giggling

wriggling our toes

under the blanket

we were both diseased dear

and the storm was brewing

but we got addicted

to each other’s sharing

and secrets

until we were spinning dear

but my fever

made me smile

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all the way home dear..

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