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Wrapped in your
tiny arms;
Engulfed in
comfort,
Breath on my
face, warm;
Held closely,
no effort.
Our limbs
intertwined,
Our hearts beat
together,
Hard, pulsing,
divine;
What matters
the weather?
How perfect is
this?
Peaceful,
loving, caring;
Smothered in
this bliss,
Without an end
nearing.
We dare not to
move;
Feelings,
easily lost;
Our love is
approved,
Not shed at any
cost.
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