Soft and silky brown
I rub them to feel comfort
Very soft and smooth
Almost like velvet
I roll them through my fingers
You sigh happily
Silly puppy boy
Soft ears rolled like burritos
You make me happy
Rubbing your soft ears
So very silky and smooth
I do this daily
Anxiety goes
Petting your ears equals joy
Happiness appears
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Eliza Martin
Eliza (Hufflepuff), Star Wars fan and Tudor England nerd, lives in Columbus, Ohio. She is a former Montessori teacher, with a love for arts and the theatre. She is an out and proud lesbian who loves cuddling with her doggo and kitties.
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I never could decide who obtained more comfort, my dog or me.