Slient glances and tender touch,
teasing your neck I kiss,
every time I softly clutch
fingers tender as this.
A smile when I whisper thoughts,
naughty, oh those forget-me-not
infernal eyes that call me close,
each then wink and plot
conspiracies to have me locked
as a prisoner in your grasp,
riffling through your hair,
tucking you into bed you gasp
expecting more but I embrace instead
rocking you to sleep in our bed.
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