A Cuddle Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

A Cuddle



Pulling her in even closer.
She.
Wrapping his other arm around her neck
and pushed in some.
Do we stay and vacation.
Asking?
You do have me, to help out.
Kissing her forehead.
And neither complained.
Its my job to help it out.
She 'said' before he could say anything else, about it.

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James McLain

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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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