Wish I were there,
waking up beside you…
gazing into your sleepy morning eyes,
caressing them with soft kisses…
whispering sweet nothings into your heart,
passionately loving like a runaway train…
lingering for hours in raptured cuddles…
showering each other in delicious ways…
leaving us clean, deeply sated,
wanting for nothing.
Venturing out
finding a romantic bistro,
a table for two…
eating little, talking less
while falling head over heels
into your sky blue eyes…
Meandering
the river valley
holding hands…
connecting
beyond words
being with you…
wish I were there…
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