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Apr 9
As I tiptoe towards our bed,
you lie — snuggled,
beneath the covers.

Gently, I place a kiss
upon your warm cheek,
whispering
sweet nothings.

Those beautiful Southern eyes
open with a soft and
deliberate smile.

Together,
our bodies embrace.

We are blessed —
for this is pure love.
Written by
Jack Turner
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