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Jun 2017
Lying, breathing, soaking in my lover
The afterglow illuminating the night.
Soft skin, smooth to touch, her belly freshly filled
Claimed to be the place where my child shall grow.
Fingers find their way around one another
Clutching to the new future ahead.
Written by
Christopher A Michaels  35/M/Raleigh
(35/M/Raleigh)   
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