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January 19 I wanted to write a poem tonight about passion and desire. A poem that would celebrate the joy of loving you, give testimony to your tenderness your gentleness, the softness of your skin, the heat of excitement, the pleasures found within. But you are so much more than just a single night of bliss, so much more than I can ever hope to touch or kiss. The joy of loving you begins when our passion has been spent, as you sleep within my arms smiling and content. The joy of loving you begins each time I hear you say that you love me when you wake at the dawn of each new day. |
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