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Moments of gold
Moments of Gold
Waking in the middle of the night,
Finding you cuddled against my back;
I rolled over,
To cuddle you in my arms.
Coming home from work to,
You dressed in,
Well,
You;
A perfect way to forget,
A killer day.
Stepping out of the shower,
Freshly shaved,
Your arms, wrapping around me,
As you rub me dry with,
A towel,
Warmed with your scent.
Finding a package,
On my desk at my office,
Waiting for me,
With a note,
“These will match mine,
Be wearing them when you get home tonight”;
I opened the package to find,
A man's black,
Thong,
With a red heart,
Embroidered on the front.
Having just dropped,
My robe,
To dress,
When your hands,
Caressed their way,
Around my hips,
And began to,
Play with me.
Receiving
Flowers at work,
In front of my co-workers,
With a completely,
Thoroughly,
Dirty card attached,
Describing,
In glorious detail,
The birthday gift,
I would receive upon arriving home,
That evening.
After dinner,
You were putting dishes,
In the sink,
Bent over the counter,
Showing nothing,
Under your skirt,
But you,
Sliding your feet, legs apart,
And saying,
“Well?”
On the couch,
At the end of the movie,
Your head in my lap,
You rolled over,
And pulled my zipper down.
Walking down the street,
My arm around your waist,
You whispered in my ear,
“Lower,
Move you hand lower”.
Coming out of the dressing room,
At the vacation condo pool,
Find you alone in the pool,
And then discovering that you were,
Skinny dipping.
We had to be at your boss’ house for,
Holiday party;
When you looked at me,
And said,
“We have to leave in 10 minutes,
Is that enough time?”
You said,
“Honey, put down the paper,
There is something,
That I want to show you”;
You were completely nude,
With a red lipstick arrow,
Pointing down your stomach,
Disappearing between your thighs,
Inscribed with the words,
“Kiss here”.
We’d been out to dinner,
Then a concert,
Followed by a reception with the musicians,
As we walked back to the car,
You whispered in my ear,
“I’m not wearing any,
Underwear.”
Moments of gold,
That have bound us together.
Your attention to me,
Has made my moments of,
At best,
Silver,
For you,
Pale in comparison,
To yours,
Of the brightest gold.
Happy valentine’s day.
Waking in the middle of the night,
Finding you cuddled against my back;
I rolled over,
To cuddle you in my arms.
Coming home from work to,
You dressed in,
Well,
You;
A perfect way to forget,
A killer day.
Stepping out of the shower,
Freshly shaved,
Your arms, wrapping around me,
As you rub me dry with,
A towel,
Warmed with your scent.
Finding a package,
On my desk at my office,
Waiting for me,
With a note,
“These will match mine,
Be wearing them when you get home tonight”;
I opened the package to find,
A man's black,
Thong,
With a red heart,
Embroidered on the front.
Having just dropped,
My robe,
To dress,
When your hands,
Caressed their way,
Around my hips,
And began to,
Play with me.
Receiving
Flowers at work,
In front of my co-workers,
With a completely,
Thoroughly,
Dirty card attached,
Describing,
In glorious detail,
The birthday gift,
I would receive upon arriving home,
That evening.
After dinner,
You were putting dishes,
In the sink,
Bent over the counter,
Showing nothing,
Under your skirt,
But you,
Sliding your feet, legs apart,
And saying,
“Well?”
On the couch,
At the end of the movie,
Your head in my lap,
You rolled over,
And pulled my zipper down.
Walking down the street,
My arm around your waist,
You whispered in my ear,
“Lower,
Move you hand lower”.
Coming out of the dressing room,
At the vacation condo pool,
Find you alone in the pool,
And then discovering that you were,
Skinny dipping.
We had to be at your boss’ house for,
Holiday party;
When you looked at me,
And said,
“We have to leave in 10 minutes,
Is that enough time?”
You said,
“Honey, put down the paper,
There is something,
That I want to show you”;
You were completely nude,
With a red lipstick arrow,
Pointing down your stomach,
Disappearing between your thighs,
Inscribed with the words,
“Kiss here”.
We’d been out to dinner,
Then a concert,
Followed by a reception with the musicians,
As we walked back to the car,
You whispered in my ear,
“I’m not wearing any,
Underwear.”
Moments of gold,
That have bound us together.
Your attention to me,
Has made my moments of,
At best,
Silver,
For you,
Pale in comparison,
To yours,
Of the brightest gold.
Happy valentine’s day.
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