Jealousy
Both naked and in bed
You and I rolled, played
Side to side, up and down
What a time we passed on
Joyously
With light on and when off
...
Shy, blushed, you murmured:
“I guess am pregnant…”
Hard can be but still
I am full with envy
You have what
I do not…
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