she layed in the nook between his chin and chest .last summer she traveled to bejing . it was absolutely beautiful . all of the orange and yellow flowers sprinkled in a bamboo melody .
the year before, she took a flight to london and smiled at big clocks and formality .
last week, New York's shops were blessed by her bright, enthusiastic eyes ...swiping her card .
over the spring, she layed on a hammock in fiji . clearest water in the world . it seemed like a sin to dip her impurities in the clear, surreal fresh .
yes . she had seen the world . white sands between her toes . tasted seasoned food to make her ears twitch . smelled aromas of aristocrats . lived in the epitome of beatitude .
but somehow ,
her favorite trip was the one into his nook . she lived to lay there , just to breathe there . she hoped no one would find her hiding place . this secret treehouse of anatomy was only for them . she left her mark there for others to "keep out" .
she gave her frequent flyer mileage away . she wont need it .
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