Sometimes, I feel like I'm 100 years old, Everyday, the same routine, Working 12 hour shifts, sleeping only 4 or 5 In-between. So when you draw me a hot bath, at the end of my day, Knowing what I need, sight unseen, I climb in with you, I'm sold. Your hair up in a bun, I melt away under your spell, And my bones never felt so warm, We sip Mascato and have comfortable banter, You tease me, making fun.
It's moments like this, that I know I'm content, Our love so strong, built on a solid foundation, The bones of our marriage, Compassion, understanding, Companionship, selflessness, That's Love's equation.
As we sip our wine, and dance our dance Of romance, It time to get down to the business Of love, Kissing you passionately, my Angel from above, A thousand sunsets, a thousand decadent moans, You whisper to me softly, "God, what you do to me, All I wanna do is jump your bones."
-Kelly.
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