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Dinner
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poems 1 You walk in
Your presence fills the air
As you start to grin
Forget I ever had a care
Nails lightly trace
Chills through my flesh flow
Your arms embrace
Time moves so slow
Run your fingers through my hair
It all melts away
Sweet whispers in the air
My hearts song begins to play
honey . . . . .Honey?
Hey!
huh?
Dinners ready,
Didn't you hear me a second ago?
uh . . . . no?
Ugh . . . . . MEN !!!!
Slice of Love
The scene is loving and nice to read about - all those signals for touching who wants food - well that kinda food anyway? - nice write ~allets~
Well you know men and our
Well you know men and our primal instincts...lol