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My lips shiver with your taste. Your sweet mouth, with rum lace. We move things to upstairs, Where we undress with no cares. There we fall into bed, All shame is now shed.
I woke up with head pounding and mouth dry. My legs and neck ached and complained loudly about being cramped up all night. I rubbed them vigorously and stretched them out trying to alleviate the pain.
Woke up this early morning, bleary eyed and confused. Turned over and I remembered why I was up at 7am.
The floor itself was so plain, so boring in fact that even a bull frog (an animal which never sleeps) could quite easily drift off just by looking at it.