JOINT CO-AUTHORED POEM
HI (HI)

puppy
fuzzy fat and wrinkly
you sleep on my foot

hey hey fuzzface
your tiny teeth are sharp
but sure

you can eat my foot

your breath smells like pepperoni
for a few more months, at least
i will make out with you

oh pups
you are the only creature
to ever tongue kiss me

so, thanks

the chill wind cannot compare
to the warm and butt'ry crisp
each pleasant mouthful
the spice and lumpen chew

hello oatmeal cookies
I am thinking of you

MERRY CHRISTMAS WEEK, 25_days-ERS

MERRY CHRISTMAS

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Jared is not eighteen anymore, so feeling Jensen's lips move against the palm of his hand doesn't make him come in his pants or anything. That would be pathetic.

Of course, saving it to think about later is totally fine. Later. During alone time.

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