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Digestif
When the meal is over
and the table is cleared
when your dainty little ass
plonks down on my lap
and you whisper 'honey'
in my ear
I know it's too late
to make babies
and just wishing
wont change years
so all I can hope for
is love
Published 1st Jun 2023
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1st Jun 2023 2:02pm
This unexpectedly got me in the feelz. My Husband and I don’t have children. I think we’re at a strange peace with it now after years of it not happening.
Relationships are no less rich without them. And I guess I’m learning that the love is enough.
I like the humanity in this. That was very prevalent.
Thanks for sharing.
-M
Relationships are no less rich without them. And I guess I’m learning that the love is enough.
I like the humanity in this. That was very prevalent.
Thanks for sharing.
-M
