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Feb 2012
You sit in my lap when I look over to you with pitiful eyes
I wrap my arms around you and you wrap your hands in my tussled hair
After a long day, it was nice to come home to your arms and the taste of your soft lips

As I lay on the couch I turn to a random cartoon from my childhood
You lay in front of me and ask me all about it
I tell you about the time I got caught stealing cookies and you laugh because I still do that

When I hop in the shower you walk in and out asking me how work was
Until I feel you get in behind me and we have spur of the moment shower ***
Your spontaneity is your best quality and its **** when you make quick references in code in front of our friends

While brushing my teeth you stand behind me and we get into a water fight
I tackle you to the bed where you challenge me to a game
I always win the game

As I lay behind you in bed you roll over for a few minutes to talk
Your voice lulls me to sleep into my solitude where I dream of waking up to you
The last thing I hear before drifting off into the nighttime world is, “The speed limit is 25, my love.”

In this dream world with my mystery woman who I’ve seen on occasion
Everything is as it should be
Mystery woman... Can you please come back?
Shane Carmichael
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