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Morning Wood

I wake and feel his warmth against me.
I smile, thinking, you have to admire his work ethic.
Wasnít it just six hours ago?
Yes, I think, and what love we made!
Maybe itís a little case of morning wood and
I should leave well enough alone.

But no, Iíll not leave it alone. Life is short after all.
I roll over and taste his bitter saltiness,
thankful that he still holds my scent.
Nizana
Written by Nizana
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Remembering Saturday morning.
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