Honeymoon. . . . . .
Your gaze,
turns me on,
your lips,
creates a bond,
your tongue,
in me they've gone,
without you,
my nights,
they mourn,
being by you,
my passion,
they're born,
awake through the night,
waking at dawn,
seeing your sleepy face,
when you wake up and yawn,
my hubby,
to you i warn,
our honeymoon this is,
will forever be in memory,
even if,
in life,
there's a thorn. . . . .
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