First Love

Adorned in dusty cobwebs

At home in this crevice

I know it seems unusual

Exploring now this premise

 

Alone with just my thoughts

No teeth to sink into me

No jelly covered fingers

Trying to poke through me

 

I’ve become somewhat a hermit

In this darkened cranny

I’m honestly quite comfortable

Though my nose draws near my fanny

 

Yet I still miss the snuggles

From her tiny wrenching arms

Twas nice to be a presence

That never did her harm

 

Perhaps one day she’ll find me

And we’ll embark on new adventures

And I’m sure I’ll love her always

Whether she wears pigtails or dentures

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