Fiction

You

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The way your beard brush against my face

making me tickle

and your Adam apple moves when you talk

The way your nose buried

into the nape of my neck

and your hair feels like soft sand paper

The way your eyes smile

with sparkles from the stars

You smell like cigars and fresh grass and morning dew

You taste like coffee and honey and warm milk

And I realized I’m so in love

And I’m so deeply in love

I can’t wait till tomorrow to love you

I can’t wait “till death do us part”

You are my love and my glory

Cause this life, there’s no victory like having you.









This post is a little response for the Go Dog Go Cafe Weekly Prompt. What a great prompt this week!

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