Blue Hoodie

Blue hoodie, so soft under my skin.
Her hot cheek touching mine in the cold.
Her breath is ragged and sad.

Other girls wear bikinis in the hot tub.
We look out onto the lights of the city.
She burrows her head into my neck.

That hoodie, soft, like her, keeps warm.
I kiss her ontop of her head, kiss her again.
The cold is coming closer as we hold tight.

Back to our hotel rooms, class trip rules.
We squeeze each other so tightly, shiver.
She looks up, and I softly kiss her plain lips.

Blue hoodie, soft and warm, our armor.

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