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When I passed the bedroom I
caught a glimpse of your perfect form
half wrapped up, half exposed.
I think about all you mean to me.
I want to undress and crawl in and tell you everything and make love to you
but for now, I will let you sleep.
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Beth Sarah
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Comments (2)
Sexy and wholesome.
Fabulous love poem!!! Love it!!!