Love is the sight of you in my bed
The mop of black curls upon your head
Your lean body with me combined
Our fingers absently intertwined
Love is liquid brown eyes and your smile
Tempting me to linger for awhile
Your goatee covering your little chin
Your arms held open, inviting me in
Love is you beside me holding me tight
Flawless skin shining in the moonlight
Your body hardening with lustful intent
And snoring softly when you are spent
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