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My Favorite Place To
Be
I love sleeping next to you,
because of all the things
you do.
Not because of the sex, though
it is great.
To think of it now...I can
hardly wait.
I don't think you even realize
what you do,
and it did change...as out
love grew.
In the beginning, you did hold
me,
then you would turn....and
let me be.
As time went on, you held me
longer.
A sign our love was growing
stronger?
Then you began to look at me,
in a way, so full of glee.
Days went by, months...and
weeks,
closer we slept, with touching
cheeks.
My arm draped across your chest,
perfect...for a peaceful rest.
Occasionally, I would slip
away,
though I never planned to stray.
And with a loving...gentle
force,
you'd pull me in, and change
my course.
Then I began to hear my name,
I'd never heard it said the
same.
Followed then by...I love you,
it was then that I really knew.
Of all the places I could be,
but not having you next to
me,
all would be such a waste.
Because...next to you is my
favorite place.
by : Michelle Swartz
from : Mounds, Oklahoma
USA
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