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You Giggled Again

 
 
 
Seated on the edge  
of our un-made bed  
you slip  
a tight fitting  
sweat-shirt  
over your head  
it's pulling  
your hair  
 
the morning sun  
winks at  
your thigh  
as you lean in  
to point toes  
through  
chimneys  
smoking  
yester-years  
colorful  
Yoga  
 
Lying there  
I stare  
listening to the birds  
singing praises  
to your skin  
thinking  
let's  
 
do this  
 
forever  
 
Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
Published
Author's Note
For My Wifey!
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