She Loves Me
I adore mornings.
That first kiss.
Hot breath on my face.
The warmth of her tongue
as it explores my ear,
urging me to rise -
and engage the day;
I *love that dog ...
Copyright © Bill Lindsay | Year Posted 2015
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