Feelin' good

Slowly slip you sock off, and bury them deep in the creace of you sheets.

A heaping plate of nachos on your lap, radiating heat

Your girlfriend cuddling up close by your side

Together you watch the newest episode of Saturday Night Live

 

Some bad skits at first, but the show slowly got better,

It doesnt matter in the long run as long as we're together

as the night goes on we start to fall asleep

and the following morning I wake up ready to accomplish any feat

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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