Tripping the baby

The throbbing pins in my feet cause my legs to go numb, but I don’t mind because its my palm pressed against your check that inspires your cooing.

Beat boxing ’till my mouth is numb just to hear your laugh.

Playing with a baby is just like tripping on acid.

Jimmie G

Weekly Writing Challenge: Fifty

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