Cold coffee & sweaty bodies.
Sleepy Sunday mornings & ordering take out.
The small fan cooling us as we wake mid-afternoon.
Laying kisses on your cheek while your eyes adjust to the light.
Listening to you exhale as you wipe your eyes of sleep.
A fat cat between us, demanding your affection.
Snuggling my head in that space between your shoulder and your neck.
This is bliss.
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100 Poems For My Lover
Poetry"I promise it's not the world against us The world will catch up In the meantime, lets just be free" Poems written for the love of my life, my fiancée
